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Above Two Evils
Cold to the bone, this man’s grans carved the stone into which this pans out all monotone…
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beauty of destruction
its a tragic reality that of which we abode. i ponder and wonder… why is it that fire rhymes with desire? why is destruction as beautiful as gold? for it shimmers so gently though roars so bold…
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