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Grief devours a piece of my being with every passing instant. My arms are open to you, darkness, for now, you belong to me and are a part of me.
PS: It is now Poe’s molting season. During this time, he becomes deeply depressed and withdrawn. This state continues until his new feathers grow back. This is one of his feathers that he gifted me.
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