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October eighth

Once covered in grey and black No wrangling freedom A happy slave feeds her cats

Anytime you go dry

the cold is here it is undeniable how it crawls in through the floor freezing your bones as if they were nothing more than pieces of your wet hair sticking in your eyes on the tundra as you drive ever... Continue Reading →

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