black cat
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Lucifer becomes the quiet guardian of unfinished poems, walking through the dark as though it were simply another room.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Lucifer becomes the quiet guardian of unfinished poems, walking through the dark as though it were simply another room.
