astillas rojasde sol y hoguera...
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forest seeds![]() I need to get frayed like a winter tree which strips to the soul at the coldest frames
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need to empty colors dying with each bloom in awaken blizzards through the barren plains
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I need to bleed, now till the latest tear that distills the ashes from my roots... to the leaves...
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* atlantic wood
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