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A fatefull turn. The Grace of chance. A weary heart. A moments glance. For in those moments. Precious few. Would grow, and burn. My heart anew. A perfect Form. Cast from light. That pulled me, from An endless night.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
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A fatefull turn. The Grace of chance. A weary heart. A moments glance. For in those moments. Precious few. Would grow, and burn. My heart anew. A perfect Form. Cast from light. That pulled me, from An endless night.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
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