The ruin of saving the world
That abundance of order calls worlds, whose every claim serves fulfilment. The little puts the more to shame, the more abundance adds meaning. Anger's call puts the wrinkles, subjugation's right done. Every self is subject to looseness, glossed over by another's deed, grants possession to the few. The gaze's sadness of all light's pervasion in the peaceful space, scolded by the [...]
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