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We escape the confines of the flesh through the skin of the dead for we read unseen words woven like a tapestry on them. But you can only read what you have vanquished, and momentarily it will tell you the future of 8,409,600 breathes. But once the last one expels you must read upon another for the future has repercussions. Only the dead can tell you the words of the future as there's was taken for my continuation. I have read many words but soon I must read them again. My future out ways yours, for I must breath and read the words of a future you'll never see.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
A Tapestry Of Breath
We escape the confines of the flesh through the skin of the dead for we read unseen words woven like a tapestry on them. But you can only read what you have vanquished, and momentarily it will tell you the future of 8,409,600 breathes. But once the last one expels you must read upon another for the future has repercussions. Only the dead can tell you the words of the future as there's was taken for my continuation. I have read many words but soon I must read them again. My future out ways yours, for I must breath and read the words of a future you'll never see.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
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