Galaxies In art history I learned ghosts sneeze when they hover near paintings The ectoplasmon their skin turns green People tend to hoard seashells from abandoned beaches after spending an afternoon with me We sit…
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Galaxies In art history I learned ghosts sneeze when they hover near paintings The ectoplasmon their skin turns green People tend to hoard seashells from abandoned beaches after spending an afternoon with me We sit…