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Once upon a time in poetic dialogue
These messages were sent while you were offline. 12:52 PM Amrita: "you're under arrest. The charge- trespassing in my dreams" 12:53 PM "you must be tired because you've been running through my…
Synaesthesia
Synaesthesia.
Synaesthesia
I love the smell of old books they remind me of tall wooden shelves the colour of burnt gold, the last rays of the sun, the room by the old…