We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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Place where the demons go
I tried to ignore this big question and instead scowled at the lightning creature’s head and wide hips and demanded my mechanical arm back
Unto this aftermath
In the fallout from a frightening world, may we sculpt our nightmares into architectures of memory for future generations to climb and build their dreams up to the towering stars. *** Check out this ICE out of Minnesota page and this page for ways to help
other side
My realm has two sides, the voice said, entirely deeper and softer than the voice in the room where they put a truth spell on me, so that voice must’ve been
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