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Apr 28. 2025
Cloaked in whispers, I evade the morn, Sanguine hunger bids me lorn. No shadow follows where I tread, Yet hearts fall silent when I am fed
Apr 28. 2025
Cloaked in whispers, I evade the morn, Sanguine hunger bids me lorn. No shadow follows where I tread, Yet hearts fall silent when I am fed