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Our souls wander Lost in the dark. The ruin laughter squander. Death brings the storms, storms bring garnets With a blood red shine.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
You can’t run.
Our souls wander Lost in the dark. The ruin laughter squander. Death brings the storms, storms bring garnets With a blood red shine.
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22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
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