in the loss of self, night never ends... nothing, something, everything, breathe, exhausted, sublime, no strings attached, just freedom, dark, vodka, sleep, insomnia, do you like watching puddles gather rain? :: I think when the flight is high and its a long way down, the more we'd want to kiss the sky!
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