Afternoon tea
There are times when certain songs spring to life to create the beautiful illusion of hope
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I look out my window to see the different realities out there. Two complex beings, cellular hives, are walking amidst their inferior kinsmen, laughing and cheering.
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The sun burns mighty a flame atop the velvet skies, as leaves appear creating a vast green mist to shroud our lands. Women, reborn anew into their purest form, dancing amongst the colourful fields of flowers. The spring time has come and we must all succumb to its glory.
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My wings are already crafted - in the forge of the brood beast
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O.O
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