Our reason to get drunk
They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell. Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left. They […]
They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell. Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left. They […]
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words and scribble.
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About fantastical places and other stuff
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