It's been "under wraps" that Touchdonttouch are in a relationship with themselves.
It’s complicated, they lick the light.
Snakes turn into cats, coincidences into messages.
Random shows a purpose: dedication as a lazy perfectionist form of remembering a former life – on the way to the flower market.
It’s an early summer day, and the lightning strikes right out of the blue sky.
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