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Mar 2015
It can't possibly be, eternity;
Aeon-Dissociative
doth cleanse me.

She did whisper, a
Deity of Absurdia
hath heard her.

The Way
is empathy,
Always immanent.
Embracing, and cherishing;
Our first doomsday kiss.
Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
(29/Other/Empyrean)   
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