so engulfed in passion
lies the black and shade
that make it possible.
They flicker, supporting the stars
holding them up
making them bright
while they cry
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- Scene 301:At the End of the Stick
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- Scene 293: A Fighter's Fate
- Scene 292: Short-Lived
- Scene 291: Under Rusting Clouds
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- Scene 289: Like Family
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