This portal in time, this space of heaven
You are this fiction I'm in love with to comfort myself, the idea I mold into my personal haven, sanctuary, priest, and fellow sinner. It's mine. My homemade womb of delusion and warmth.
You are this fiction I'm in love with to comfort myself, the idea I mold into my personal haven, sanctuary, priest, and fellow sinner. It's mine. My homemade womb of delusion and warmth.
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