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The sky’s gray and there’s mizzle. It’s so soft on my skin–it’s nothing like rain. It’s even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin.” The Panopticon
The sky’s gray and there’s mizzle. It’s so soft on my skin–it’s nothing like rain. It’s even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin.” The Panopticon
