𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖 ✶ About defoliated nature make them descend from the heavens the delicious, the dear crows. Strange army of severe cries, cold winds, attack your nests. Along the yellow rivers, on the paths of the old, in the pits and trenches. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿.
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SoyBenBIackwood
Nov 24, 2024 01:29PM
No temo al caos, lo cultivo; en su abrazo soy invencible.View all Conversations