As hunters smoke animals out of their nests,
I will bleed you out of my veins.
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Wisps of a Thought
RandomThe inner-workings, poetical/verse part of the Wisp Infinity works. (2013) /!\ very dark writings, contains material that some may find upsetting /!\
Wisp #6
As hunters smoke animals out of their nests,
I will bleed you out of my veins.
