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￭ n_everending story 
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the mountain heals slowly.
i am so tired that memories crumble under the fangs of the crest wind, my soul, liquefied by your passing coagulates sadly in the veins of the fir. fingers smell of resin. upon my new trunk, the fog carves the shape of your hips. i keep climbing. my cross won’t let itself be carried.
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