a collection

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Lilac breasted roller, surveying the insect buffet on the savanna.

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when friends make me foods 🥲🥹

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the legend of the golden chicken 🥲

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every fading light

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loaf

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what does death reveal in you are you a crimson mantle in your slumbering hours or are you resisting the pulse of your blood when you’re near me can your cells remember could you tell me you remember

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oh,, the river

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[ 🩵 ]

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a vivid sense of billowing sweetness

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september

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oh some friends

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district87

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who am i but the passage of time

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. ritual . let go with intention . allowing rage to reveal its true nature . opening every part of you who had become necrotic to the brushes of . the gentle wind . focus .