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Jan 2
Your face is familiar to me.
This light before has played along your contours.
This air has molded to your voice.

Your shadows are reflections,
And your echoes are embedded
In my stone.
In our stone.
Alex Yao
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Alex Yao  Antagonistic Earth
(Antagonistic Earth)   
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   Healer
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