i literally die. i'm dead. no pulse.
my little sister in her infinite inspiration from across the universe, crash landing into a crater, just to see the water vapor plume? Poets do indeed run NASA if I do say so myself...
i literally die. i'm dead. no pulse.
ReplyDeletemy little sister in her infinite inspiration from across the universe, crash landing into a crater, just to see the water vapor plume? Poets do indeed run NASA if I do say so myself...
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