tooperfectstory: Intuition. I tried to make a home outta you. Unknown women wander the hallways at n
tooperfectstory: Intuition. I tried to make a home outta you. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse. -- source link
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