Dream №9206 That temple was mine to burn; I built it for shelter, but grew for itself. Sky, strewn with chords of ash. And stood there in that ringing glow A stack of bones, holding a vajra. Her heart a black hole, devoured all light and sound, And all that was left, was gone.pic.twitter.com/UYUNDnzYgI
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We're going to need more cheese.
2:29 AM - 27 Aug 2018
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