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Gravity keeps me keen to the world. I love the blades of green delight when they tickle at my toes.   I love the rays of yellow dwarf. At my freckles, they jest. It seems senseless how our Masters get away with ****** We sharpen their blade and willingly hand it to Master.   And he drives it back into our chest. A willing sacrifice, I would admit. But I fear the feeling of helplessness curses my allegiance to the Gods. So tonight I close my helpless eyes and learn to fly for forever.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
The Sacrafice
Gravity keeps me keen to the world. I love the blades of green delight when they tickle at my toes.   I love the rays of yellow dwarf. At my freckles, they jest. It seems senseless how our Masters get away with ****** We sharpen their blade and willingly hand it to Master.   And he drives it back into our chest. A willing sacrifice, I would admit. But I fear the feeling of helplessness curses my allegiance to the Gods. So tonight I close my helpless eyes and learn to fly for forever.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
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