i can feel your heavy feet pressing on my bones

[love_catatonic]

This is a dedication. This is what you leave behind and what you can't. This is hanging in the air before your fingers close around the trapeze. This is like a weed in the crack in the concrete trying to grow against all odds. This is in thanks to some, and in regret, in pain, in anger, in letting go. This is figuring out if hope is too fragile a

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[in_spectre_mors]

I think it says much about a man when he expresses himself, and creates a masterpiece.

[love_catatonic]

A masterpiece? Really?

[in_spectre_mors]

A masterpiece of epic proportions, my friend.

[love_catatonic]

Well if anyone would know about masterpieces of epic proportions, it would be you.

[in_spectre_mors]

Why thank you, dear Tristan! You do flatter me so.

[love_catatonic]

You deserve it.