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When I’m the last of the fallen, the absolute last that Death ignores, you’ll find me crawling toward the bright and sunny, the endless calm, the milk and honey.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
Tomorrow Morningstar
When I’m the last of the fallen, the absolute last that Death ignores, you’ll find me crawling toward the bright and sunny, the endless calm, the milk and honey.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
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