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My ceiling chirps like faraway cicadas. There is an oil-stained smell of cold sink soup. I hear laughter and kisses of other lives. My mind prostrates at magnificence. I lie my body beneath a shield from the winter— the Incomprehensible comes humility.
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Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 4:00 AM UTC
Cryfield Townhouse
My ceiling chirps like faraway cicadas. There is an oil-stained smell of cold sink soup. I hear laughter and kisses of other lives. My mind prostrates at magnificence. I lie my body beneath a shield from the winter— the Incomprehensible comes humility.
jiaming
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jiaming
22/M/Malaysia
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 4:00 AM UTC
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