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... Under geas?
But quest...
The onset far gone
So I press.
Laid upon
Every direction
Vise my heart
It calls me.
Blind or ignorant?
While not assessed
Perhaps it befalls me
I see the left and right.
Hone my vision
Pierce
Open my eyes
Equipment...
Aural reach for chord
Again? Quilete...
Previously false
The cycle's repeat.
Wanes the light
Compressed explosion
Overwhelmingly
Failed ascension.
Spring held tightly
But leaks
Condensation
It gathers.
