Throw rocks at your own peril. They care not. Whether caressed by water or punished by the particles sent by special delivery, your skin will never heal their pain. Salt lends life. And then wine. The seed splits and feeds on itself.
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Throw rocks at your own peril. They care not. Whether caressed by water or punished by the particles sent by special delivery, your skin will never heal their pain. Salt lends life. And then wine. The seed splits and feeds on itself.