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The salted whispers Run through me, As I dream of the Inevitable gore, Of my fears. That flood My mind.
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Don't wake me up,
The salted whispers Run through me, As I dream of the Inevitable gore, Of my fears. That flood My mind.
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
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