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Melting Point
In the midst of night up until twilight,
33rd degree masons
ward off
mercurial
frost giants & red dwarfs
Pen is mightier than sword,
forged from flame,
A cold hard steely eyed intensity
Heavenly,
Seraphim
think highly of their own
chain of command
33rd degree masons
ward off
mercurial
frost giants & red dwarfs
Pen is mightier than sword,
forged from flame,
A cold hard steely eyed intensity
Heavenly,
Seraphim
think highly of their own
chain of command
posited above the overly foreboding
thought up depths of hell
Saturday 16th December 2023 4:52 pm
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