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Devote Companion

When all feels lost. And Concrete becomes quick-sand. I grasp for the shadows. And Within those shadows. I hear Death’s laughter. See His smile. Feel His fire. And I am comforted.

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CarlotaS

25 / F

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Published: Apr 11, 2020
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