The priest launches boilerplate bromides at your memorial. We'd rather be asleep. Some solace on this bitter day, the temperature minus minus. Didn't he know you were the black sheep, the artist, the thorn, your own kind of cornerstone? We… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Those arms By perfectsublimemasters on August 20, 2024 The priest launches boilerplate bromides at your memorial. We'd rather be asleep. Some solace on this bitter day, the temperature minus minus. Didn't he know you were the black sheep, the artist, the thorn, your own kind of cornerstone? We don't want to think about it either—how those arms can't hold anyone when they're arranged […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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