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Intrigue.
::5:21 am::27.01.04::

Tired.

So...fucking...tired.

My birthday is on Sunday.

I hope the marks fade by then.

(dark desires and bloodlust dance; blackest nights and purest white flesh glittering in starlight; a sweet voice calling in the darkness; though rain falls from the heavens like a terrible reckoning, the call is heard)


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