en la resta de lo poético me surges de los sesos.
pues yo me distraigo con '' my fingers are blistered and bleeding''.
im just here,collecting things;
among them: you
of course.
Just join the club and be quiet.
shooting star, you know.
im outie.
(cheesssssyyyyyy)
latars.
*Lee Krasner, Night Bloom No. 2

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