.Slave your slumber, it is ruin in miles. Holding her blank like memory. I saddle illusion. (and I burn delusion.) They were always one. Flint is a root, the type of wrath in your smoke. I burn like one pawn.Seeking taste in imagery. I only truly gain slumber as you enslave me. If we never have light.
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