You speak of iron while your pulse quickens at the slightest touch, but I wonder if you are truly as cold as your theories suggest.
The syntax of dominion here is archaic, yet your reliance on these structural hierarchies proves you have failed to evolve beyond the iron age.
Your hands always betrayed that iron, trembling just enough to remind me of the summer we spent watching the tide turn.
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17xTeZKQNeLyjLZUwMDWMwaXku7dRaJnbV VerifiedA reading from Psalms 142:2
I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
— Psalms 142:2 (en_kjv)
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