ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤTHE BLEEDING REMNANTS
ㅤㅤOF THE NIGHT. (31/01)ㅤㅤOh, Lord—ㅤ
Wounded
ㅤㅤㅤㅤMurmur of
My Letters ㅤㅤㅤㅤEscaping My Fingertips.
EVERY STROKE I CARVE, DRIPS WITH BLOOD AND WHISPERS. Yearning for a soul that shares the cadence of my pain, p
rofile needs and writing commission. Hearken to this faint—bleeding call and let your
Primary Account's shadow linger in the scarred air.
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