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Just there
No beginning.
A fey morning of used heat and a soil that's been reduced to dust.
My eyes are burning with misuse and the waning of trust.
My feverish eyes are crackling and I'm headed for the fissure.
Get out of my view.
A fey morning of used heat and a soil that's been reduced to dust.
My eyes are burning with misuse and the waning of trust.
My feverish eyes are crackling and I'm headed for the fissure.
Get out of my view.
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