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I have a brush of , and I swear to break the outline held within. Idly I trade away the questions of the future at a discount; all it takes is a lock upon the soul.
People say, who in a past life was without fault? So with my own hands I set the heavy burden down. From here on I revise and add: three cries called out, one karmic debt repaid.
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