nepente’s misadventures
heave and spew
it’s back washed tribulation
bloodshot eyes focus
through a steamy mirror
remembering why night was obliterated
nepente’s misadventures
heave and spew
it’s back washed tribulation
bloodshot eyes focus
through a steamy mirror
remembering why night was obliterated
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