behind that wicked grin, there was once a humane person.
we were gods in the clouds before the roaring thunder.
the dust of the moon flourishes, swirling like a twister; swirling into our golden eyes.
your eyes are seared and are never the same again.
neither were you
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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Puisiyou're doing grand, love. now follow me, just a little ounce and we will be free.
