When the light fades I can only see two dimensions. Is it me or is it you? It's a question that needs an answer, yet I don't have it. I found a black ink pen under the desk, didn't intend to ask it. That coy has an origin, probably, too perfect for an accident too fucked up to be chance. Life just might be hidden hands and lots of string.
Could be wrong. Hope so.
Could be wrong. Hope so.
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 372 x 385px
half a bottle of wine left, bet you're on the floor again
whatever it's where I belong.
whatever it's where I belong.
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