Shapeshifters lost in mazes in a world of equilibrium walking bare along borders of still waters.
Their pale skin reflects amongst the flooded seas a breeze passed a 20 foot tree as they prance gracefully in my dreams.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
Shapeshifters lost in mazes in a world of equilibrium walking bare along borders of still waters.
Their pale skin reflects amongst the flooded seas a breeze passed a 20 foot tree as they prance gracefully in my dreams.
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