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have bared through ice and snow. These pale eyes shall never reveal what they know. Vile and putrid is the aura I omit. I shall still sheeply follow.
Your image, not forgotten, burns its place into memory; your name, a burden that I speak, weighing heavily on my tongue. I would hope that the sunrise
stand side by side in mute. No longer will the world claim ignorance of our names. Knee deep in human waste, our hands and mouths full of innards. The