the cold is creeping in like a morning shadow. soon our bones will freeze and our skin will peel, but love remains. always.
The inner machinations of a middle-class peasant.
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the tales we tell define who we are.
The inner machinations of a middle-class peasant.
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the tales we tell define who we are.
A Bougie Rubes' Momentary Delusions. 
please talk to me.