Humic, Vyarka Kozareva
Charles Hood, Dirt HUMIC Your signet ring Spontaneously buried in my absolution To grow keywords For its recusancy. My fingers feverish To feel its glint. Give birth to fireflies Over the land of promise. Don’t ask me anything. I can scythe the winds and find your code Because I am herbivorous now. The home, […]
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