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The charcoal footprints mar the boards across the rugged floor. The wise, adored, and agèd face leans in for but a taste. With a flavour in mind (too familiar, yet sweet), the worshipped one tends to his tasks. From the small, seam-full void, he unravels small joys and bestows his own deeds to your wealth. For the fragmented soul, there is only one hope; restoration of claims so outrageous. Lest you revel and bask in the brashness you dealt, your depletion of arms 'comes contagious.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
The Saint
The charcoal footprints mar the boards across the rugged floor. The wise, adored, and agèd face leans in for but a taste. With a flavour in mind (too familiar, yet sweet), the worshipped one tends to his tasks. From the small, seam-full void, he unravels small joys and bestows his own deeds to your wealth. For the fragmented soul, there is only one hope; restoration of claims so outrageous. Lest you revel and bask in the brashness you dealt, your depletion of arms 'comes contagious.
micah-reschke
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
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