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| Doar |
oh shit, I had the words to belong to this blathe, and they suddenly were gone. hiding....huh.....oh okay you funned stucks.....oli...oli...oxen free.... let the cattle go. my fingers type a ward, a ward to keep you all from me, although i`ve delved into a deep dark place from which i didn`t think i would return. to return here, it it soundless. i peer from my window, the leaves are falling in droves, i chore my body to do the work, but i am still drawn here. like i have stated here before, i will remain here when i am done. these are my halls, the pictograms upon the wall. i love each and everyone of you. . |
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