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the blood drips from my fingers meets the blood on his palm i hear the voice that whispers behold- here i am
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Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
not in the fire
the blood drips from my fingers meets the blood on his palm i hear the voice that whispers behold- here i am
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Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
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