I have many, many stories to tell, to share.
Like tell-tale signs of the moon sigil, the star shadow, entangled in the woods’ embrace.
Bleeding under no mercy, no sound but gasps of pleasure.
I have many, many stories to tell, to share.
Like tell-tale signs of the moon sigil, the star shadow, entangled in the woods’ embrace.
Bleeding under no mercy, no sound but gasps of pleasure.
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