Owned bydeltasauce.tez
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i'm so accustomed to empty hallways blank stares low lights dancing shadows blue blur black and white complacency is a wet road and dead trees stubborness in the brisk air i know what i want and i hate what i need a place i lust for in time the trees will be relieved of their burden and crushed beneath our feet the stench of rot knuckle deep in the mud breathe in remember you'll wind up here eventually no need to rush but my god everything is so fucking good i cannot stand it
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