My heart is a sunken altar. There, I thrive. There, I keep a ledger of bones. The deep remembers what the surface forgets.
My heart is a sunken altar. There, I thrive. There, I keep a ledger of bones. The deep remembers what the surface forgets.
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Location: Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
Location: Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
When he awoke, he could no longer feel the cold in his lungs.
When he awoke, he could no longer feel the cold in his lungs.