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Apr 06. 2025
I sleep in the corner, but when I awake, I roar through the halls, with dust in my wake. I breathe in your mess, though I never eat, A beast of the home, with no need for meat.
Apr 06. 2025
I sleep in the corner, but when I awake, I roar through the halls, with dust in my wake. I breathe in your mess, though I never eat, A beast of the home, with no need for meat.