A fractured spinal cord lay in my path. It's degenerate form forced chords across the increasing gash. A lash, too enamoured of it's slash contained itself within my grasp. Yet alas, the lapse of past was enough to illicit a nuclear blast. Don't be rash, said the random crow. The fires you keep in your heart will draw power from below. No, it's not
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