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Cold morning light of misty haze. Ground section, three dimensional rectangular gaze. Sharp thorns on rose dead red misty tears. Cracked leather from fisted gloves of black weaponised might. Shine glistened leathered shoes dulled in this dead light. Long coat warmth hanging off soulless cold. Dark glasses cloaked glass eyes shone in glee. Box lowered slowly. Oh, but so, so exquisitely. Standing witness for the joyful final act of the murdered end of thee.
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