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Fifth Season

~Yoking this seasonless weather... eyes melt to an entirety... to be clean of particular tears... let this, let that-- be equal to not this, not that... the bodiless embodied, slack with awe... Fifth Season~

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Onoma

Published: Aug 31, 2015
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