scentless brugmansia takes no night insects. dun colored birds on the power lines cluster and disperse, they fear the storm. planes. incessant calls from your gray-haired lover; no pull, no pressure. draw out thin.
the hand of death doesn't want to lead you away from everything you know, the hand of death wants to lead you away from yourself.
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