Oaken Lungs, Barred Feet,
The lock on my heart yearns the Silken Key.
You’re not my shadow; stop following me.
‘Less you like me, obviously.
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OakenLungs
Dec 28, 2014 02:32AM
Hey all! I finally found a little spare time to finish up chapter one of Bloody Whispers. That's up now, but it's pretty much all I have time for today on Wattpad. I know I still have some unfinished...View all Conversations
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