Today I touched newborn grass, and smelled the awakening soil! The hot orange stamen of the newborn purple krokus burned a hole in my retina! I have equally burning urges to listen to Morrissey and to Slayer. "I am haunted for wanting." "I will be reborn!"
The hot orange stamen of the newborn purple krokus burned a hole in my retina!
I have equally burning urges to listen to Morrissey and to Slayer.
"I am haunted for wanting."
"I will be reborn!"
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