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Cracks appear in skin Lines swallowing light As the years bleed                     Into nothing. No love will tend these Wounds. This damage is irreversible. No balm will show me mercy. These fissures yield no blood, No illustration of pain. This is my final Transmutation. From stone — into dust.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
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Cracks appear in skin Lines swallowing light As the years bleed                     Into nothing. No love will tend these Wounds. This damage is irreversible. No balm will show me mercy. These fissures yield no blood, No illustration of pain. This is my final Transmutation. From stone — into dust.
mrmonst3r
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
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