enigmatic.
the harrowing victim to a silent death bent under the crucible of expectation crippled by the shadow of voices x she's the lost owl that haunts my soul her tactful wings silence my breath x maybe the touch was quiet enough loud enough. quiet enough. loud enough. enough.
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