Placeholder: Like the sea when the moon watches itself drown Like the sea that has bitten all the beaches The sea that overflows and falls into the void in times of abundance When the stars lull over our heads Before the north wind opens its eyes It was beautiful in His horizons of bones With his burning shirt and his looks like a tired tree Like the sea when the moon watches itself drown Like the sea that has bitten all the beaches The sea that overflows and falls into the void in times of abundance When the stars lull over our heads Before the north wind opens its eyes It was beautiful in His horizons of bones With his burning shirt and his looks like a tired tree

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Like the sea when the moon watches itself drown Like the sea that has bitten all the beaches The sea that overflows and falls into the void in times of abundance When the stars lull over our heads Before the north wind opens its eyes It was beautiful in His horizons of bones With his burning shirt and his looks like a tired tree

9 months ago

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Kandinsky 2.2

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