Cracked : To Thia Vaspyll
Dear,
Maiden with two babies
Devoured by its own histrionic intelligent delusion
Of wings and air
You got ragged
It might be true, but
Go pack your paraphernalia
Inside the box as square as your mindset
I speak and you did and nobody else knows what we said
Them surmissing,
Isn’t that what you want?
Perfect.
And we will never meet.
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