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There is a certain gracefulness in falling to your doom. As all the broken things surround you, as all the lost things keep you from the dark. And there in the Dark, is a place where shadows call home.
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Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
Whispers In The Mist
There is a certain gracefulness in falling to your doom. As all the broken things surround you, as all the lost things keep you from the dark. And there in the Dark, is a place where shadows call home.
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17/F/Lima, Peru
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
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