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When black crowns arise, dark above any fall. Fallen shades of flare. A King breathes a new air. Crisps any wall, arise and fall. Black crowns bow! For a King, dark and slow.
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
Fall ultimo
When black crowns arise, dark above any fall. Fallen shades of flare. A King breathes a new air. Crisps any wall, arise and fall. Black crowns bow! For a King, dark and slow.
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47/M/Brussels, Belgium
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
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