let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
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let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

— Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
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