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Dec 2024
He kissed her knuckles, a pale benediction,

and left as the monsoon swallowed the sky whole.

Thunder cracked like bones beneath her skin;

her cigarette hissed, an ember fighting the wet.

His letters, damp with ink, bled the lies she read.
Nemusa
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Nemusa  F/Purgatorju
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