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Vice Dice

When the sun shall rise and moon sets its demise take cold its vice escape devil’s dice. What left hence pray as game begins to stray cry-out an emotional array disperse remaining gray. Atop sun swims so fast light bloom full contrast horizon soon must cast evening’s orange pretending past. The game is back on the run the dark or you, whose be shall fun dreaded by devil’s return back again is night’s turn.

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