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an extra virgin for a extremely deprecating slum. paired with a fine vintage calls for a night of debauchery and cruelty. maybe repentance will help, maybe not? add a drizzle and a flagon and call it a night under moonlight.
christmastime is here and all is lit and all is near. every smile is wide as the starscape fueled by hope that saint nick will bring anything but coal.
i took off and saw the city below me fade to a distant memory. I only see my future, my sun, my light. will this thing that i have managed to form into my current state of being be enough? I am uncertain on how this will end...