Carthesis. It is to me as water is to my muscles. I need it to live, I want it to quench the wondrous thirst of life; when I desire to cleanse myself of sins. And wonder is to life as the sparkle is to untouched snow.
Is life as untouched? And does wonder sparkle all that much? Is it only me who loves expression like it is my own scent.
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