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It comes at night. A ghost black as coal. Moving noiseless and Nimble betwixt the shadows.
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:15 PM UTC
The Sadness.
It comes at night. A ghost black as coal. Moving noiseless and Nimble betwixt the shadows.
ana-sweeney
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ana-sweeney
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:15 PM UTC
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