A man breed of intrepid veins breathes air different then our own. His lungs never cease, only choosing to rest in a coil when everything has become ash. We walk. We talk. We react. He constructs bridges for burning and plants folly for others to endure.

A conquer of his time he screams lullabies in his sleep as a woman stares into the abyss. 

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