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528: How Long?
The stars grow frantic I feel. Compelling me to you with severest insist. And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction. What is in the dirt so with the sky compares?
The stars grow frantic I feel. Compelling me to you with severest insist. And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction. What is in the dirt so with the sky compares?