will o’ whisper

android eyes was reading murder books again. her friends told her it was a sin. dancing nun was inconsolable. we were floating in space when the missiles hit the ground. doctor death looked at books full of flowers. the colors were like explosions.
she tasted fireflies sparking. brisk wind blew across her face. a skeleton danced in the shadows. boxes with experiences stood alone outside, tadalafil
selling happy memories for a dollar.

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