In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. — Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
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In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

— Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
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