God, isn't this too much?
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Last published Sat, Aug 24, 2024
"I read blood on walls, it told stories from which I understood none. Names were inscribed of scratchy lines, bolted coppers in it's surface, circles and curved glass jammed in the ceiling, it had appeared to be of commitment for some purpose or reason."
Ivi, 'The Ruminating' was it's name.
At first, I didn't know what I was looking at in this paged scripture. But for most faizn-je in Eqos, Kilsphous, it's a treasure for the government we're in.
Good thing that I'd live as a hermit on the farthest sea cliffs in our Fluvial and Coastal glory motherland.
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Is this original? I don't know, hep, gib tips and advice, I'm dumb as shit.
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