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Mar 14
the thought of other dimensions makes me
covered in blue for a second
paints me in slow motion
i can run; but they will run faster
they will know what i never did
we will both clash in the ways we are wiser
the one who stayed and the one who left
thinking of different paths untaken
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Foogle  14
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   Shang and Sable Nocturne
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