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Sep 2014
The pit of despair buried shallow beneath the remains of previous bones calls me from slumber in smoke. And it's here where the worst of me goes, alone into night, aloft into ether, I won't be the griever who lets all their rain fall as petals into earth where memories lie.
Dawnivyn Lenneth Blackwulf
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