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here Devils all cry, it was not unlike staring at a king’s fire foaming, desperate tricks, mad fevers, not a soul felt whether a day’s trend signifies hell, plenty of features cover the swan’s wings, but pitchforks are of smooth Vanadium destined to serve, it will then serve destiny, earn conception inconsequential slave, free to extinguish, free to ignite every possible leaf, breath, or stone, it factors a wasteful excessive task, issues its core in a desperate effort to nestle dimming in the cave hall, a no account angel leaves by torch flicker, twitching ears, tracking blood, there is a fuel which is harsh black anxiety high-strung coal made trans-lucid, and will burn and leave no trace once it mates alert in the darkest moment, it was simple ancient criteria, easy renewal, meaning’s burden, your decorated time ceases to struggle for attention, smoke implies the flame, but you cannot burn and at the same time remain hark, how man’s assignments ring glory to one thing among things pieces of worth in the merciless wild god and cinders reconciled
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
The Corpse of a Diamond
here Devils all cry, it was not unlike staring at a king’s fire foaming, desperate tricks, mad fevers, not a soul felt whether a day’s trend signifies hell, plenty of features cover the swan’s wings, but pitchforks are of smooth Vanadium destined to serve, it will then serve destiny, earn conception inconsequential slave, free to extinguish, free to ignite every possible leaf, breath, or stone, it factors a wasteful excessive task, issues its core in a desperate effort to nestle dimming in the cave hall, a no account angel leaves by torch flicker, twitching ears, tracking blood, there is a fuel which is harsh black anxiety high-strung coal made trans-lucid, and will burn and leave no trace once it mates alert in the darkest moment, it was simple ancient criteria, easy renewal, meaning’s burden, your decorated time ceases to struggle for attention, smoke implies the flame, but you cannot burn and at the same time remain hark, how man’s assignments ring glory to one thing among things pieces of worth in the merciless wild god and cinders reconciled
clyde-yulassetar-wiggin
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
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