...I can't detach the nexus of unmet desires so I attach it with glue, set it to dry under the sun to loose myself off the claws of nostalgia, to alight at the range of where I mount the transport.
...I can't detach the nexus of unmet desires so I attach it with glue, set it to dry under the sun to loose myself off the claws of nostalgia, to alight at the range of where I mount the transport.
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