Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm, Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness. So many thousand beauties are gone down to Avernus Ye might let one remain above with us.
“Pace the palace wing, dethroned king
Jump when the phone ring
Egyptian cotton, but you can’t sleep, not a wink, not a wink“
billy woods | “checkpoints”
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