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the day pressed on like crushing weights, for no man does it ever wait . . . like memories of dying days that deafen us like hurricanes. bathed in flames we held the brand . . . uncurled the fingers in your hand. pressed into the flesh like sand (now do you understand?) ⋆ ☄ * — written by eomora, tags​
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