I want to be left to the blackness and the frigid dream-inducing cold. Stunning silent cracks, black on white, a frost covered pane in the dead of night. Exhale on the glass, sweating on the inside, the perfect frozen jewel incubates, produces instead sinewy silver threads, a web so fine.
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Why you gotta take my favorite game and make it all angsty?
P.S. I love my pants!!
ha! just for you, driver.
She is the evanesence of sudoku
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