Sickly White ( con el mismo viejo ojo perezoso fijado para acostar en usted apunta libre y inverdadero ) [ DU HAST MICH MIT WEIßEN KNÖCHELN DURCHGEZOGEN ]
2018 December 29
Sickly white is the sky ‘hind the tree, naked from Christmas death. Sickly white is the yogurt that chokes — literally, I almost died. Don’t laugh guys. ¿Is it my vice for trying to spice it with autumn apple crust, producing only dust? Sickly white is my pale skin preoccupied by the germs o’ winter […]
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