The water is not always wet.
The city does sleep at night.
Dirt is the dosh that must be served.
Living is not the same as breathing.
Thinking about trying to see the stars, but I am afraid of the light.
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The water is not always wet.
The city does sleep at night.
Dirt is the dosh that must be served.
Living is not the same as breathing.
Thinking about trying to see the stars, but I am afraid of the light.