And, behold, a hand touched me, which set me upon my knees and upon the palms of my hands. A choral shroud and the breath of flute. Creaking metal and the withering voice. A katana blade and the path of blood. Wanna love…
Brilliant life never giving up
That flute 😢😢
♡ .‿⌒
nice
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