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August 31, 2021
In dreams, bones danced. Flowers bloomed in the eyes of a murderer, but withered on vines that instead grew hearts, beating a rhythm out to the sound of an ungodly scream. Nash groaned as the cat yowled. It was 6am in the land of the living, and if Nash wanted to be clean before classes … More 50/50
Reading Cactus 