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In between realities where nothing lives and nothing dies
therein exists a winged seer with piercing crimson eyes;
devoid of any humanity, unburdened by its lies
a liminal anomaly lurking under fateful skies.
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bottom of page
In between realities where nothing lives and nothing dies
therein exists a winged seer with piercing crimson eyes;
devoid of any humanity, unburdened by its lies
a liminal anomaly lurking under fateful skies.
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