"Ash spitting fables sire arid lies- without meaning "want" wastes away beneath instinctual wanderlust. A song without rhythm- a verse without rhyme, a ceaseless spiral that drinks of its own tears, tastes of its own flesh- kindles warmth in the fire that sears its own bones."
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β -"Impulse" H.V. MoreauΒ
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