From bruised flesh springs the starry abyss. The crows no longer wait for winter; they reap the nigh…

From bruised flesh springs the starry abyss. The crows no longer wait for winter; they reap the night.🌒💀

From bruised flesh springs the starry abyss. The crows no longer wait for winter; they reap the night.🌒💀








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