Theft
A black echo trades warmth for metal.
The room shadows the loot.
You reach for a mother's face,
but your fingers only find porcelain.
An orphan forced to rob himself.
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A black echo trades warmth for metal.
The room shadows the loot.
You reach for a mother's face,
but your fingers only find porcelain.
An orphan forced to rob himself.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen4U.Com