| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - that the pain in life demands. yes, it is fear--but it is a fear that understands. and what is left is a heartbeat, speaking, hands off your fate, child, you will bury yourself in mistakes. like a dream that i had of lost faith it fades away but still thunders onward. every pulse was a hand with its palm up, fed with bodies and bread soaked in blood. somewhere, someday, it will leave but tell me, some
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