I'm crying. Even though I know it's a brobro no no.
a field plays itself as a field of flowers
I began to erase / My browser history / Every five minutes
Whereupon firecrackers and the world ignites, I stayed in bed all day
There is a place on earth where people / can't wander in and out of each other.
He made a seven with his hands
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