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StargazerA Story by Charlie RookThe moon rests silently on my skin, silvery and sickly in the weak light. My quiet breath whispers through my cold room, the fan whipping the fall out.. |
Martey hain!A Poem by 𝓥!“Death may be the greatest of all human blessings” |
be-dharak!A Poem by 𝓥!... |