❝ the last pale light in the west. ❞ in my hands, i hold the ashes, in my veins, black pitch runs, in my chest, the fire catches and in my way, the setting sun.
❝ the last pale light in the west. ❞ in my hands, i hold the ashes, in my veins, black pitch runs, in my chest, the fire catches and in my way, the setting sun.
❝ the last pale light in the west. ❞ in my hands, i hold the ashes, in my veins, black pitch runs, in my chest, the fire catches and in my way, the setting sun.
❝ the last pale light in the west. ❞ in my hands, i hold the ashes, in my veins, black pitch runs, in my chest, the fire catches and in my way, the setting sun.
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