What if we became strangers? Would you notice my face in a crowd? And could you hear the sorrow in my voice? Helplessly crying your name out loud. All credit for the title and description go straight to Dallas Green
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a decrepit-cyborg sitting at a typewriter surrounded by wiskey bottles; indigo/olive/copper palette