And so it seems, I can't do anything until I know how I feel. I'll wander the streets and look at my feet for hours on end. My heart is gonna harden again. And I'll go back to hiding in libraries. It makes me feel better.
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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