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Bleed me like the root that burns sins away. Find me green with envy along the Mica veins. Sermons over tiny crescents, Jack-in-the-pulpit given. Ghostpipe smoking with incense risen. - Fern's red flower. Trumpets, devil played. Creeping by the hour, Periwinkle's struggle inlaid. Spirals, the vine choking, Birch witnessed it all. An elongated anticipation before the king snake's fall.
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
Forest Spirits (Genius Loci)
Bleed me like the root that burns sins away. Find me green with envy along the Mica veins. Sermons over tiny crescents, Jack-in-the-pulpit given. Ghostpipe smoking with incense risen. - Fern's red flower. Trumpets, devil played. Creeping by the hour, Periwinkle's struggle inlaid. Spirals, the vine choking, Birch witnessed it all. An elongated anticipation before the king snake's fall.
This is about the friends I've gathered over the years...
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31/Gender Nonconforming/Dreamscape
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
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