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Jan 2019
The old crystal cript,
dead and bare trees
line the path of bones.
Doorways and windows
glow red
And
expelling Blue fire.
Dreams run.
Demons escape
and joins
the mortals.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
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