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| -{::EphemeralArcs::}- |
White capsules of the angel crys born from sorrows arrow Ties trailing weavings of nothing to remember holding itself in a cold December Away from the scrutiny of a perfect June. Passive by the falling arrow watching leaves ebb and flow gold dirges of fire toward events transpire vagabond to feign grey stone plaine Echoes of blue skies high counting by the time nigh hushing who haunt away from center an escaped tenure on lament wings of what nothing brings. |
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| pihl | blarg snarfle flog rad, ho hum dish fad. Gizzle guzzle krumple koo. Grumple posh giggle be lizzle nizzle for shizzle. | 030416 |
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| god | i call for an end to punctuation- period! | 030417 |
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