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| -{::EphemeralArcs::}- | leaves were heards unto the rhapsodies of their wind spoke songs. mirror sky nearer, and a lasting stranger, smiling dawn. Through the enclaves and ivy, chime the chimeras of our once forgotten spoken tongue, and through the burn, phoenix stances, black stagnancy and murmur. quiet, cacophony off. mark passage and remain a memory. | 020324 |
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