Placeholder: Your belonging and in that your joint built your world. The last spark stiffened red as thin glass reached down. Whole the terror spilling, towers caved and stitched themselves within there. The whole symphonic descent, fractured spirit still. The will, the bludgeoning and brooding silence pulsed still and your presence of your calling remained in your thin space of skin, bit-ignorant. Ice ache. You sit still, sunk below opened prose, grinding. Tracks of decay shattering frost and hardened shado Your belonging and in that your joint built your world. The last spark stiffened red as thin glass reached down. Whole the terror spilling, towers caved and stitched themselves within there. The whole symphonic descent, fractured spirit still. The will, the bludgeoning and brooding silence pulsed still and your presence of your calling remained in your thin space of skin, bit-ignorant. Ice ache. You sit still, sunk below opened prose, grinding. Tracks of decay shattering frost and hardened shado

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Your belonging and in that your joint built your world. The last spark stiffened red as thin glass reached down. Whole the terror spilling, towers caved and stitched themselves within there. The whole symphonic descent, fractured spirit still. The will, the bludgeoning and brooding silence pulsed still and your presence of your calling remained in your thin space of skin, bit-ignorant. Ice ache. You sit still, sunk below opened prose, grinding. Tracks of decay shattering frost and hardened shado

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