I’m a leaf falling from a branch. Loki catches me
on my way down, at my last breaths.
“Everything dies,” Loki says,
as the world darkens, his warmth draws nearer.
I’m a leaf falling from a branch. Loki catches me
on my way down, at my last breaths.
“Everything dies,” Loki says,
as the world darkens, his warmth draws nearer.
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