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Sep 2019
Start to dance,
maybe my bones break.
Start to chant,
maybe my voice dies.

Start. Stop. Start. Stop.

With this wand,
I waive rust.
With this wand,
I let blood.

Start. Stop. Start.

I don't want blood.
I don't want to buff
your sword and
your armor
anymore.

I only learned
this trade
for the portal spells.

I only want to
escape.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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