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buckle up
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Categories: unapologetic
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The night's habitat, coiled in a huge and intense destruction, the heat and noise of the day left behind to rot out the pungent odor, dense shuttle in every inch of the black folds. The moonlight is vague and hollow, like a corpse emptied of its internal organs, blood snaking, colorless and invisible death spreading out between pale fingers, surging to annihilate the mute earth.