I’m gonna climb that symphony home and make it mine

Quatre Raberba Winner
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we promised the world we'd tame it — what were we hoping for?

( breathe in, breathe out )

so here we are, reinventing the wheel. I'm shaking hands with a hurricane. it's a color that I can't describe; it's a language I can't understand. ambition, tearing out the heart of you, carving lines into you, dripping down the sides of you —

we will not be the last.

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