The glitter bonnets capsizing into crystal drinks, please love me, moment. Now gets drowned and takes the comfort from the other 18 hours. Only those 6 count, betray the rest. Mirror mirror mirror mirror. All the words stretch out around the world then tallest to moons to implode on cinders. I was never made for that, not me, a frail frail dragon.
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Glitter bonnets
Exhibition 1874 