55 cancri E, in its leaden guise, was the wish of many, lost in vast horizons. Perhaps the words of authors and thinkers, across the expanses of time, hides a truly beautiful soul, lost in thought and rhyme. Even given fictitious price, this less than rare of rock, is the wealth of many nations that seek to hold its pride.
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The Mourning Times
RandomThis is a collection of short stories, poetry, and sayings that are particularly meaningless unless you read them. So please do
