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in a city of ice there are burning cathedrals, turning the skies into glass and through echoing futures are the buckling sutures that hold shut the wounds of the past.... so won't you fall for me? won't you fall for me? through a fractured existence, won't you fall for me? won't you fall for me, from reality? to the rhythm of eternity, won't you fall for me?𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒 — penned by halimede, tags​
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