I hate seeing ghost from afar. I hate that you're still a ghost. As a blast from the past and maybe even as a default, I'll go back to that idea that "it was always you."
Reaching for the stars on the wings of pigs with all the good things from these very hands. Hands of the love machine. Opal Doily, she is me. Custom work, special orders, inquiries to hiljoy.arellano@gmail.com
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