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Candle in a dark room. Fire in the ice, Laughter in the gloom. Taker of breath, Bringer of death. Dryer of tears, Bringer of fears. Silent voice, Obvious choice. You intoxicate the sober, Bring the chills in October. As the bringer of destruction, You then begin the construction, Of a being anew.
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
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Candle in a dark room. Fire in the ice, Laughter in the gloom. Taker of breath, Bringer of death. Dryer of tears, Bringer of fears. Silent voice, Obvious choice. You intoxicate the sober, Bring the chills in October. As the bringer of destruction, You then begin the construction, Of a being anew.
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Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
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