st_eve_bc

We all chug and get along

there is no song in that

you have pobably heard it before

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smile
my uncle called me on the handy after seven years of apathetic silence
frown
its upon me, that hasnt built up, it has disappeared
roll of eyes
view my dreams through a steam boat port window


Where I pass the point of pictures and notes, I find a light passage between trees older with wider rings around the universe.


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sunday is the day for queens , not sons of kings