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Lost, now wakes, her hidden calm. Her trust rests easy here. Strangers sing, a foreign psalm. Cleansed, the filth named, fear. ARM
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Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
Calmed
Lost, now wakes, her hidden calm. Her trust rests easy here. Strangers sing, a foreign psalm. Cleansed, the filth named, fear. ARM
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apryl-r-morris
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
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