Our Name

Spiritus

By Archery Owl Published 13 days ago • 1 min read

We share a name,

but not much else,

except the quickening of breath.

About the Creator

Archery Owl

Father and Friend

Telegram: @archeryowl

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Gabriel Shames13 days ago
Awesome, you did it

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