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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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between me and you

Intimate

The room is spinning in virtuous colors like no others, that slowly mix to paint you hallowed and forgiven.

I see you roaring on the inside with holly fire and something tells me you need someone.

I shake you simply, I make you wake.

You stutter in tongues and finally fall on your feet.

The fire still burns.

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