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there is a grey mist hanging from the sky behind miles of its skin is a raging war a calm firmament, but peace is yet so far it is weak, and so, it yearned to die roars were heard, and light brought the bath the war is already won, sing an aftermath
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Pluviophile