We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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moon wave
I didn’t want anyone to adopt me, I could take care of myself just fine probably. Or at least I’d made it this far. But I sort of wanted what
nightiaku
ripple blossom rose glisten, under the moonbeam, thirst at lake’s surface
village of dracans
The dracans lived without roofs, not even invisible magic ones. Their homes looked like log cabins if the logs were woven like yarn
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Jordyn Saelor 