Nevium (Нина Чалъкова)
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Apr 13, 2025, 11:05 PM

Garden of Blood 

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Swing the sword
Sharp is its edge
The blood in my veins
Was not meant to be kept
Solely just for myself
In the first place
It was meant to be craved
A scent one could never forget
To be spilled and then to be swept
From the armor, from the blade;
And then to be eternally wept
By those who once claimed ...

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