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cities with their glass skin iron bones gray flesh of concrete and a soul of light bulbs silhouettes, the skylines… the giants that swallow us whole because we didn't know how to stop the magic of the beanstalk and now that we have raised our titans to unite us we gave them will we gave them back the gift of fire and it returns to **** the life in to burn the bridges throughout and within… our Atlases... are they home the shelter, still, or are they now the labyrinth and the Minotaur
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
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cities with their glass skin iron bones gray flesh of concrete and a soul of light bulbs silhouettes, the skylines… the giants that swallow us whole because we didn't know how to stop the magic of the beanstalk and now that we have raised our titans to unite us we gave them will we gave them back the gift of fire and it returns to **** the life in to burn the bridges throughout and within… our Atlases... are they home the shelter, still, or are they now the labyrinth and the Minotaur
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
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