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PENUMBRA
- rveer3739
- Sep 11, 2023
- 1 min read
Approaching the pitch black of the night, Grey shadows beneath illuminated, a faded sight. Smudged aura, concealed by subtle cloud, Fallen autumn leaves, rustling loud. Amidst emerged rays of shimmering moonshine, Embracing the soul, unearthing the true colours of mine. PRMDR
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