Our Name

Spiritus

By Archery Owl Published about 3 hours 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

Snapchat: sa_wise

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Gabriel Shamesabout 2 hours ago
Awesome, you did it

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