a set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal drawing to throw down whatever comes to my mind. The poem should never maintain a generic, it should transcend your soul sooth it and then slap it hard only to kiss you back to sleep. Lets go
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