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disillusionment |
| death be not murky midnight for ghosts that is as we are ghosts branded, born drops in water- ghosts of our former selves embers of ashes of the untruths crumbling steadily sands of the hourglass like water on ash harden our hearts leaving the ghost confused in fields of powder |
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