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Her healing smile shines bright, yet my wound reopens in this light. I begin to bleed, a flow so heavy I feel my head spin... I cannot be freed if her faux grin is not exiled.
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
Disarm Her
Her healing smile shines bright, yet my wound reopens in this light. I begin to bleed, a flow so heavy I feel my head spin... I cannot be freed if her faux grin is not exiled.
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deepeningmoonlight
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deepeningmoonlight
23/F/Ireland
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 8:38 PM UTC
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