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[09 Oct 2035|06:16pm] |
The iron gin that waits for Sin, had caught us in its snare.
aim: eager is weaver
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[30 Jun 2034|02:18am] |
 Or else he sat with those who watched his anguish night and day; who watched him when he rose to weep, and when he crouched to pray; who watched him lest himself should rob their scaffold of its prey. - The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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