𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲.

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that was fast!
i guess sadness left us out of grasp,
let's have fun, green glass lasts,
blood moon's about to shine.

what can i call mine?
if everything was stolen from my hand.

o! i forgot, we're talking about a different thing,
ending it is, gracias! curtain close.

applause!

-grafi.

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