lone and dry. like to kill my mocking AI flies. whatever happened to the ‘touch’ ? always made me feel so free as a puppet on strings.
Through the Rain
lone and dry. like to kill my mocking AI flies. whatever happened to the ‘touch’ ? always made me feel so free as a puppet on strings.
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