I wish I was sleeping outside tonight.
this warm air
and slight breeze
makes me wild.
hungry for silver
thank you for listening,
Natasha, I have a personal question…fight…injustice if you will. Might you message me?
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the year of black clothing: in mourning, in solidarity, in rebellion
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