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Things
All things dead rise. With the root of darkness from the
cold ossuary of the Red Camelia. Sleeping beneath the
stones where death has trod. Dripping the sod of the
Raven's thorn. Listening to the winds as mothers cry.
Sinking in the darkness of the smoking peat kilns. Riding
the wings of caffeine's insomnia.
cold ossuary of the Red Camelia. Sleeping beneath the
stones where death has trod. Dripping the sod of the
Raven's thorn. Listening to the winds as mothers cry.
Sinking in the darkness of the smoking peat kilns. Riding
the wings of caffeine's insomnia.
Published 27th Dec 2021
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