LINA
DEAR SUMMER,
Stars hanging in the balance
IN MY DREAMS
HONEY
YOU'RE THE
SUMMER
THAT I
DREAMT OF

madmothmiko:

You think God cries over the lost of his favorite angel Lucifer? You ever think Lucifer bucks his head against the walls of hell in agony torn by Gods decision to care for creatures far inferior to him?

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