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Drunk with anger were the eyes that blinked his thirst and hunger were his last mistake. As he stood at the edge of the world-- his creation in his hand made of glass that slipped between the fingers of time. And fell-- was his last artifact of perfection.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
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Drunk with anger were the eyes that blinked his thirst and hunger were his last mistake. As he stood at the edge of the world-- his creation in his hand made of glass that slipped between the fingers of time. And fell-- was his last artifact of perfection.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
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