Peculiar Contrast, Perfect Light
My Blackest self, whose whitest death, is luxury. I am no stranger anymore. The world is love to me.
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Nothing on the record yet. The first take opens the floor.
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My Blackest self, whose whitest death, is luxury. I am no stranger anymore. The world is love to me.
0 takes · 0 hearts · 0 replies
Nothing on the record yet. The first take opens the floor.