gone are the days of men longingly spinning yarns of how they lost flesh and bone to the primal need to fashion wood to his will. i feel hollow and cold. someone don't hold me.
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gone are the days of men longingly spinning yarns of how they lost flesh and bone to the primal need to fashion wood to his will.
i feel hollow and cold. someone don't hold me.
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