©2021 Michael Raven
i feel drunk stumbling from revelation to revelation i thought it was the lady i thought it was the sage i felt it was the dead one's fingers gripping my throat but it is the weavers who cast my fate
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©2021 Michael Raven
i feel drunk stumbling from revelation to revelation i thought it was the lady i thought it was the sage i felt it was the dead one's fingers gripping my throat but it is the weavers who cast my fate
LOVE this!❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you very much, Grace! 💕💕💕
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My pleasure.💕
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