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raxeira [on hold]
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she waned and waxed like light filtering through a window, chained to nothing but a fate of drifting.
he, boy of tragedy and curses, could only grasp for her warmth. he floated on the waves of fate -- still no home in sight.
she the goddess and he the loathed; what a beautiful calamity that made.
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