Everything returns to the forest. Our drama is not without purpose. Our failure is fungus. Predators sort while infestation infests festively. Love lays down beneath it. It can not be fucked enough.
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Everything returns to the forest. Our drama is not without purpose. Our failure is fungus. Predators sort while infestation infests festively. Love lays down beneath it. It can not be fucked enough.
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