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Gaunt, slipping through time, evading notice. Buried alive, a small comfort, exaltation of terra firma. Gauntlets equipped, not unlike shackles, once more into the fray. Unearthed, foul arcana preserving an empty husk, begging for rest in moans.

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TheKingInBlack

30 / M / Singapore

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Written by

TheKingInBlack

30 / M / Singapore

Published: Jun 19, 2020
LinesWords: 737

Notes: What's in my head?

23rd of February, 2018.
Tags: #thekinginblack #bpd #thekinginblackseries #thebibliographyofunspokentruths #tbout #booksandashes

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