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What We Will Be
This arrow soars, rippingthrough blankets of fog,ablaze with garnet flaresand filled with deadly potential,and yet is no more capable of a piercingthan the design of its the girl, black-haired and ...
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twistfaint<3
I may twist my hands as gracefully as a dove in flight;corrodedlike the summer cliffs in Arizona.Breathe in the air,breathe out the sweet toxinswe pushed from our bodies like sweat ...