Each ear on the flower touches the tip of another ear, makes a navel where they meet. Each ear has an ear within it, has ear within it. That is the shape of our civilization.
All ears are listening, but no one still sings.
Memory of Moonlight 1.0
Each ear on the flower touches the tip of another ear, makes a navel where they meet. Each ear has an ear within it, has ear within it. That is the shape of our civilization.
All ears are listening, but no one still sings.
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