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May 15. 2025
I dance with no feet, I lick with bright tongues, I feed on the fallen, yet vanish when done. I am born in a ring, yet I’m wild at heart, tamed for your stories when daylight departs.
May 15. 2025
I dance with no feet, I lick with bright tongues, I feed on the fallen, yet vanish when done. I am born in a ring, yet I’m wild at heart, tamed for your stories when daylight departs.