amidst the desolation, the voyages of life, tumult of rage, i cannot forbear the bestowed of no escape, which i might admit to a beloved moon. A provision of countless screams of despair passes through the spirits
- Authors: Precious Candy (Candy)
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- Published: June 8th, 2025 21:56
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