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Ethereal Grasp

Deeds I dealt. Gifts I have given. Taken or felt. My reach has risen.

Reach for clouds. Pockets of ice. Mist is loud. Scatter the mice.

Cruelty took vanity bare shattering shook into thin air.

 
 
 

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