Mudslide — psychedelicwizard

Buried beneath damp mud, clawing for the air I cannot see, tasting the air I cannot taste, playing God among a barrage of insects, I found my way out of the tunnel alone, and now you’re back for more, surrounded by sea and grass, how much longer can I last, smelling the freedom I cannot […]

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