the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.
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maevestorms
Mar 16, 2024 11:42PM
hey guys!! hope that there are still some ppl here, I have edited the third chapter of search and added a completely new part to it, if anyone's interested please enjoy!! (I hope will update soon, th...View all Conversations
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