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Forged in suffering, and quenched by discipline, we become strong. A wall of swords is built at the limits of our minds; sometimes, we ***** ourselves, and tumble headfirst into the desolation of sleep. It is no matter. Venus will disarm Mars, the blades will turn to roses, a crown of blooming thorns; entrancingly beautiful, and twice as deadly.
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
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Forged in suffering, and quenched by discipline, we become strong. A wall of swords is built at the limits of our minds; sometimes, we ***** ourselves, and tumble headfirst into the desolation of sleep. It is no matter. Venus will disarm Mars, the blades will turn to roses, a crown of blooming thorns; entrancingly beautiful, and twice as deadly.
Dybbuk
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
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