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|Biography:||Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.
The night is cold and delicate and full of angels
Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,
The chime goes unheard.
Hello! I'm just another fanfic writer who likes to dabble about with various "what if" plotlines... stop me if it ever becomes too horrible, OK?