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São rasantes na madrugada, profundos oculares, largos alados

Escuridão sob quatro senderos, celestes & brownstones

Cortes, caças, prélio.

“(…) Feel my stare, always there
There’s nothing you can do about it
Develop and expose
I feed upon your every thought
And so my power grows (…)”

As cinzas somem…

Embate redentor, Athena, Clandestino.