THE WORN TABLET, (”MY KNUCKLES WHITE”): “Why didn’t I reach out?” murmured, as the utterances reverberating within room vacuity.
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“I—Emphasis Threshold Of Comrades..”
Dew-Of-Lonesome: I. @Taehyudng, Beneath velvet skies of dusk, “where whispers trace the fading light” the world is stilled, the stars a husk, of ancient fires burning bright.
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THE WORN TABLET, (”MY KNUCKLES WHITE”): “Why didn’t I reach out?” murmured, as the utterances reverberating within room vacuity. right away.
THE WORN TABLET, (”MY KNUCKLES WHITE”): “Why didn’t I reach out?” murmured, as the utterances reverberating within room vacuity. right away.