I never cured a single soul; however, the spirit somersaulted, blind and crippled, while doing the soft-shoe...across pale carpets, the shade of faded blood, healing all.
I was scared (scarred) shittless, mostly. Drunk on hysteria, brother.
I never cured a single soul; however, the spirit somersaulted, blind and crippled, while doing the soft-shoe...across pale carpets, the shade of faded blood, healing all.
I was scared (scarred) shittless, mostly. Drunk on hysteria, brother.
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