it wasn’t an end, & it wasn’t a beginning, but a ceaseless stumbling on. there, strapped like a watch on my wrist that’s finished with gold, but can’t tell the time, was all or what little pleasure exists - seductively sold and uselessly mine..
it wasn’t an end, & it wasn’t a beginning, but a ceaseless stumbling on. there, strapped like a watch on my wrist that’s finished with gold, but can’t tell the time, was all or what little pleasure exists - seductively sold and uselessly mine..
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