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The sun came creeping through cracks in my window, and I, I will not wake for some hours time . The night entangled me, drew me into her locks of hair, and I stayed there for some hours time. May you sip slowly cups of warm coffee, basking in soft luminosity, but as for me, I will take the night, wild and free as she is. Welcome to choloroforms, a collective of art, writing, and graphic design. If you'd like to become affiliates, or if you have any questions or comments, feel free to contact me. Thank you. |