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Nov 19
Through the clouds, above the fog,
the greatest mountain to witness.
Around and around, this enclosed pod,
it starts to rain - it would.
A few lonely tears kiss my cheeks,
Iā€™m proud, and brave, and alone.
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  22/fatigue
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   Liana and fish-sama
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