And she possessed a thousand fingers
Across hundreds of hands
Observed
By eyes innumerable
For the children
Titles were used
Outdated
No longer needed
Titles
Born unto erasure
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S a l e t é I I
HorrorThat is to say, downhill. Ever beneath. Time fades. Hop, skip, jump. Hide and seek. Scatter, like mice. Things were planted here, and soon they'll grow. No tears, little one. Red doesn't always mean danger. They've all had their tumbles, and learn...
