In his face was a breeze scorching glow in my memory: Two days enough for that shot darting swim towards listens, will return to the twilight of my bones chained to this earth dispensing of sentences. Aszeta
In his face was a breeze scorching glow in my memory: Two days enough for that shot darting swim towards listens, will return to the twilight of my bones chained to this earth dispensing of sentences.
Aszeta
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