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Nov 2022
The surface remains intact.
The heart remains intact.
Each culminating inch of frame and cell,
Vowed upon and burnt through to the cinder,
Is now frozen, ashen mass.
Yet, the mere image is once againβ€”
It is truly built uponβ€”
And, even with no ember, remains intact.
Written by
Isaace  M/UK
(M/UK)   
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     Wyatt and guy scutellaro
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