stars above. the smell of dead leaves. the colour of damp earth stretches across the horizon. over the horizon. mist looms by itself over yards and streets. the smell of death pervades the air.
What am I saying?
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- Sir Real
- I don't understand, and perhaps I never will. Maybe it was never meant to be. And yes, it's just like that. Habits observed are habits unchanged.
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