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Polish the blend of clashes between the pierced walls of my furnished mind.
Tissues of love that I wonder are mine.

There is something hopeless about grasping a drastic change deferred, like a dragon roaring but no one can hear. A monster turned feral yet its snarl stutters, collapsing and burning its scales.

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