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| Achilles | Like a shell of misery around me. The sky opens up with a blinding surge, searing away any relief. I can't let the sun burn through me. so I have to absorb it all, or send it back. | 021116 |
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| sab |
fading away theyve only ever met her through a microscope technology doesnt let you touch like they used to probably a good thing theres been enough strangers up there already |
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