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(The Warmth I Wish to Lend.) ශ / Midst of May, my wings spread as they bleed. I have to bleed to let out the agony. Sit back down; your illusion-like presence haunts me in a loop of torment until the flowers grow across the land. / I've been wounded by the filthy scrape. / It'll soon burn me alive if you do not crawl between the cracks of my ribs and search for the ache,
@NAMPING.
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