IRIS CARVER
the detective.JUSTICE SINKS INTO MY RIBS,
CURLING AGAINST MY BEATING HEART.ORION DEVENAUX
the god of the night.NIGHT SPILLS FROM MY FINGERTIPS,
SHADOWS FROM MY SKIN.
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LOST GODS | c.s
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