Admin Bee
He / Him
30
April 12
Lumiose City, Kalos
Pansexual
Broadcast Journalist
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i fell for your magic. i tasted your skin. and though this is tragic, at least i found the end.
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BARNABY FINCH
Worship the Flame [M]
POSTED ON Jul 13, 2024 0:05:33 GMT
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