Blades, we cut open each other little by little, staring at the view, patching those holes within, scavenging through memories. We slept on our deathbeds wrapped within the arms of Ambiguity.Ambiguity of our being. -
Blades, we cut open each other little by little, staring at the view, patching those holes within, scavenging through memories. We slept on our deathbeds wrapped within the arms of Ambiguity.Ambiguity of our being.
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