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Inside, Bleed. (3 AM) ⚰
Dreadful Le Trépas. | The Graveyard,
Candles are Plenary Rots.

Languor has occurred, houses in graveyards have been surmounted by down the pike wounds. Bracing the posterior spine-tingling soul, and brink naught written in savoir-faire. “Never a bride.” Emily broke a heart that was theretofore broken among the bones. Such aches prolonged to loom, nightmares ayont clotted blood. Oh, a thin death grips along no skin windswept—the remaining back crystal-clear and gone yet still retaining its physique. Not losing time, Seven Shimmering Prism that did not sever the prayers where had achromatic. Mastering all abandoned life, to keep digitigrade straight-lined even though hammered by gallantry and a lost cerebellum. Victoria who would hold Victor's hand, though desultorily obstructed: The altar, it remains our skirmish.

               KIN OF DEATH AND HALF-LIFE.
                   (SHINNING / MOONLIGHT)
              JAMAIS FRAGILE: THE TREAD. 𓌋

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Sealed in vow,
@Mortemire. 🕸
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