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An iconoclast. Destroyer of images. Executioner of text worshipers. Without a star to guide us, drifting aimlessly. The unworthy gone, and banished from existence. Crushed into splinters under the pressure of their reflections, much too heavy to carry. I saw heaven once. I clawed at an angel's wings. Almost beautiful.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
"Paper Mirror."
An iconoclast. Destroyer of images. Executioner of text worshipers. Without a star to guide us, drifting aimlessly. The unworthy gone, and banished from existence. Crushed into splinters under the pressure of their reflections, much too heavy to carry. I saw heaven once. I clawed at an angel's wings. Almost beautiful.
austin-heath
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
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