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nasseropolis
nasseropolis To live forever and die often.
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Soft breezes in my hair; wind whispers in my ear. That heady nature perfume.

Elysium

Soft breezes in my hair; wind whispers in my ear.

That heady nature perfume.

I reached the lush green summit, soaring high;

the drifting cloud above me like an angel spreading its wings,

fraying for a few rays to grace the valley parting the mountains.

Veins sunk into the opposite ridge from rainfall combed through braids of trees streaking the sides.

I breathed in the life the emerald gems gave.

It was an earthly Elysium.

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