…a face of tragedy with a dark slate of mime once a canvas now a wandering soul of a ghost colder than a cask of teardrops aged in the dark’s abyss hanging from the sinews of his eccentricity. Now a shadow of a shroud as night feast on it’s caul, jumping through hoops of illusions with a dark slate of mime…
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Dark Slate Of Mime
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