Eyes so crimson,
It looks about with dreams of heavens,
Yet it is stuck in it's very own turmoil of hell.
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Sapphirus_Infinite
Dec 02, 2025 11:41PM
He vanished not like a man leaving a room,But as a frost breath leaving a wounded world,Quiet and final,Unbearably unfinished.View all Conversations
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