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syndicated stars in the celestial sphere                               a marksman fine tunes his aim. heaven haunts the hallows                                                           two deep inhales. an entity in the empyrean                                                               his hands tremble. noble as the natal night                                                                   two deep exhales. amidst astral auras                                       a bead of sweat falls down his cheek. a nebula nurtured                                             chatter from a robin across the field. a dimension divine                                                                                 he closes his eyes. the orbit orchestral                                                       moonlight shadows the land. aphorisms of aligned astronomy                                                       his shot rings out. hold the handwritten harmonies                       a cloud of smoke left in his place.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
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syndicated stars in the celestial sphere                               a marksman fine tunes his aim. heaven haunts the hallows                                                           two deep inhales. an entity in the empyrean                                                               his hands tremble. noble as the natal night                                                                   two deep exhales. amidst astral auras                                       a bead of sweat falls down his cheek. a nebula nurtured                                             chatter from a robin across the field. a dimension divine                                                                                 he closes his eyes. the orbit orchestral                                                       moonlight shadows the land. aphorisms of aligned astronomy                                                       his shot rings out. hold the handwritten harmonies                       a cloud of smoke left in his place.
ronald-d-lanor
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
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