I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Friday, September 7, 2018
9.6
In the hush of totality, two strangers passed paths on an old section of forsaken road. Neither knew where the other was going, nor wherefore. They only knew they had to go, while the rest of the world watched, and the sun was eaten.
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