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Swirling banters red water catches my skin my wrists are bound to the laughing of the crows As the minor tantrum of a rebel I live for the stories that include me the least
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
I am the Lie
Swirling banters red water catches my skin my wrists are bound to the laughing of the crows As the minor tantrum of a rebel I live for the stories that include me the least
symbolism, symbolism everywhere
ashlyn-yoshida
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
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