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#ingots
Molten stories smelted and poured like ashened gold. We turn to paper as coffers for lesser ingots - old. In hopes to lessen; nay, diminish thy gaping hole. In hopes to relinquish and set free caged memories stole.
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Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC
Ingots