I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon. — A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
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I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon.

— A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
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