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In a world of my own construction, reality bends to my will. Ancient secrets of ancestral blood transmute to its inheritor. The voice of eternity whispers my name, carried on winds of rolling laughter to my ear, waiting. Naive enchantment behind child eyes is transformed into something magic, but real; second sight becomes second nature. Soon, the joy behind my eyes will return, forged in inner fire and whetted with love.
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
Sacred Things
In a world of my own construction, reality bends to my will. Ancient secrets of ancestral blood transmute to its inheritor. The voice of eternity whispers my name, carried on winds of rolling laughter to my ear, waiting. Naive enchantment behind child eyes is transformed into something magic, but real; second sight becomes second nature. Soon, the joy behind my eyes will return, forged in inner fire and whetted with love.
Dybbuk
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
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