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Dear child, I feel as if I only learned the stolen ways of silence, the trickle of a stream near frozen, I only learned that boiling water seals the deeply broken bones that cascade in open rebellion against the sworn shape of a body. The
Dear child, I feel as if I only learned the stolen ways of silence, the trickle of a stream near frozen, I only learned that boiling water seals the deeply broken bones that cascade in open rebellion against the sworn shape of a body. The