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From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death- We're bent under times unbearable weight, between these events two, I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse, Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
Drifting in a Nightmare Dream
From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death- We're bent under times unbearable weight, between these events two, I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse, Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
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