Pleasure me, as
If my mind was bent on reels
And let’s travel the mass
Galaxies that could
Continue on & on
Until all epiphanies are shattered
And there’s nothing
New to learn.
Come with me.
Pleasure me, as
If my mind was bent on reels
And let’s travel the mass
Galaxies that could
Continue on & on
Until all epiphanies are shattered
And there’s nothing
New to learn.
Come with me.
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