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#fromoneline I have borrowed words from you their shade of coldstone slate their temper.. morphed and filtered their scent.. of holy rain they've seared the soul beneath my flesh like sentrys.. said to guide the sun's deflection I thrive, in their reflection 

 
 
 

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