"Poets, we are. Destined to live in our own chest. Stuck. Suffocated, with only words as our breath."
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SnapBrianna
Feb 25, 2020 03:09AM
Taking the time to revise 'The Black Hare', be ready for a reread by morning. :pView all Conversations
Stories by Winter_Raven
THE SOVEREIGN'S DIVINE CURSE
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