Death card
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The deck never predicted the future; it simply kept refusing to let her lie about the present.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
The deck never predicted the future; it simply kept refusing to let her lie about the present.
Between Bruises & Blooms 