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A void: It's what is after the circle of fire. Everything burns inside you. The body is intact and inside you are ashes. You fall to the ground in 1000 pieces. You are glass And the ashes spread out. Arise the dust. Nothing is seen.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
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A void: It's what is after the circle of fire. Everything burns inside you. The body is intact and inside you are ashes. You fall to the ground in 1000 pieces. You are glass And the ashes spread out. Arise the dust. Nothing is seen.
rosa-decidua
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
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