The yews fingers eludicate avec moi
This winter filled with love
Memories grew within me
Life has become irreplaceable
In a forest of cornflower
I idle by
my headaches incessant
Life is a contraband
I'm hardly in a fit state
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 9:22 PM UTC
The yews fingers eludicate avec moi
This winter filled with love
Memories grew within me
Life has become irreplaceable
In a forest of cornflower
I idle by
my headaches incessant
Life is a contraband
I'm hardly in a fit state
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