The Orbs Beckon Me To Rest. Likewise, I Beckon Then To Stop Complaining. They Inhabit The Scull Of My
The orbs beckon me to rest. Likewise, I beckon then to stop complaining. They inhabit the scull of my skin suit. Leeching off of my earned nutrition. Yet, they have the nerve to act like they can dictate my bedtime? They may provide one of five senses, but I can and will survive with spite and muscle memory.
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