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The wild branch sits still, heaven protects its own. ‎The birds fly above preaching of its elegance and demeanor. ‎The winds blow adhering to its feat. ‎ ‎Hoping even slowly but surely he will be reborn. ‎But alas, the devil protects its own.
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
Act of Solace
The wild branch sits still, heaven protects its own. ‎The birds fly above preaching of its elegance and demeanor. ‎The winds blow adhering to its feat. ‎ ‎Hoping even slowly but surely he will be reborn. ‎But alas, the devil protects its own.
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
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