I don’t know where to go. Everywhere there’s snow, and the sun moves like a slug. Then it rains and the sun scorches. The black road melts. You step into the mud…
the lugubrious mud of lustre.
Noon…
I woke up late.
.
I don’t know where to go. Everywhere there’s snow, and the sun moves like a slug. Then it rains and the sun scorches. The black road melts. You step into the mud…
the lugubrious mud of lustre.
Noon…
I woke up late.
.
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