Impossible, Precious Foresight

Citrine Summers veil the brewing doom, Hatchets of happiness plug an opened wound. There’s a king in his castle and he chants my cursed name, I am his soldier about to fight a battle upon his blessed plain. By spade and stick, I have hollowed the ground into a hideout, To save my family from […]

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