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a hand at a poem
progressive degression
tld sentiments
2046 dearskye
his thunder - little comets
little comets
his thunder
at the end of the world
amongst the noise itll be silent to this song
So I lie flat, in sheets worn thin. By his twisted sublimations that reside within. For I’m the truth, the two in ten....
been listening to this all day. i saw these boys at a festival in 2009 and i’ve never forgotten them, which isn’t...