Dreaming of distant skies, thirsting to roam and wander, dying silently inside.
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Stories by 馬好き
Eight Billion (and more poetry)
His hands cradle his face.
Yearning to be alive,
Yearning to be alive,
"Wrap me close, won't you?&quo...
The Leper Affinity
In a fleeting moment, Clemens found himself thinking that Sivert looked strangely handsome, his features capt...
