In a season of endless blue, there is nothing to block the front of my eyes, asphalt reflecting the sound of cicadas, your silence, it becomes inaudible.ㅤ [ ͏⣾𝐁𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽.⠀.ೃ࿔. ͏]
- website: Alicent's son. ∔ Biker & bodyguard.
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