trapped spirits dancing (Remove filter)
Child of Equinox
It speaks, says they
In a form of perish
She sleeps purely
to only start waving
to them and their
little deformed spirits
Come closer, hence –
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:26 pm
trapped spirits dancing (Remove filter)
It speaks, says they
In a form of perish
She sleeps purely
to only start waving
to them and their
little deformed spirits
Come closer, hence –
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:26 pm
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