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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Cracked by a wandering gaze.

Shrine

A broken mirror is gently laid upon a bed of withering roses,

It reflected a fate of two tangled souls, brought together by chance,

A once faint crack now deepens by the second, by each word they throw with misguided rage...

They pierce and shred eachother with looks of agony, despair, distrust...

And the mirror keeps on tearing them apart, further away from eachother, their sacred shrine shattered to a million shimmering shards.

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