Kat. (lillim) wrote in google_stadium,
Kat.
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An echoing cry raised The Acolytes from their lazy afternoon slumber. When they confided their dreams to each other, they realized their minds had lock stepped together across the oneiric plains.

One simple theme pervaded their sleeping thoughts.



GOT ANY BLACKER??
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