The moon is out, within a doubt. When a lapse of hope drifts, despair forms teeth, one for a mouth. Sick and stirring, a form of unease mixes up the lines of context, making concepts of confusion and callous confounding and comforting.
A conspiracy- It’s Ni.
It doesn’t always stand for bad things; it doesn’t always drive a hard bargain.
1 year, 2 months ago
22 Mar 2018 21:41 CET
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