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Mar 2019
Our souls wander
Lost in the dark.
The ruin laughter squander.
Death brings the storms,
storms bring garnets
With a blood red shine.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
(22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room)   
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