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May 2020
"I had thought my dominion larger," quoth Caesar, the moon grazing passively overhead.

Tongue moves mistrustfully over imperfect teeth.

Just feeling very physical and thankful and proud and heavy.
And I think I've never been this tired.
Any words I utter could be my very last.
What a power that is.
So heavy.
Tremendously so.
Written by
Connor Johnson  20/M
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   Aidan Kearns
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