My old friend in crisis
sleepwalks through windows
be your own anchor
your
Last city
late containment
a city dying
hold the cold heart of security
absolute
These roads could ruin
all that comes next
30,000 feet in the
Appearing optimistic
the weight is consequential
the distant landscape
a land lo
Hey!
Like two ships passing in the night...
how romantic.
they shoot a
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