This Is Normal
I awaken with inordinate maturate on my face. Stripping my skin away disinters a face made of red clay I then claw and strip it away to show the face of a roseate mask and once unmasked revealed the black star.
Copyright © Silas Clairmont | Year Posted 2023
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