Saturday, October 14, 2017

The BIBE




HIDE FROM THE BIBE OF THE BANSHEE AND HOPE THAT HER WAILS WILL WANE
BE CAREFUL THE MIST THAT SURROUNDS YOU
AND CAST YOUR EYES TO THE DAWN



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