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Pure kill.
I pull out the shivering
heart in my eyes.
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12/18/2025 7:10:10 PM # 1.0.0
The carpenter was meticulous in creating strengths. The angles were a matter of math. The grain ran the length of his life. The plane shaved the days and hours one moment at a time. Diaphanous and flammable the shavings were the father's gift to the son.