Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. The Perfect Things In Poetry. 当美容休息. 为天,我们担心我们呼吸的空气. 在诗歌的完美的事物.
... We're here, only to replace the air. On nights where the city lights shine so beautifully. It's a mirror image of the stars in the sky. Each are corresponding
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