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| His body convulses His memories return the pain He felt coursed through and beyond What He sent out always comes back Ate up the ethos and filled His being ~Unknown miles deserts apart the Light, bright in its glare soft in its Mute glory and yet shadows remain wavering chimeras wisps of tendril thought |
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