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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
A Solid Faith

A Solid Faith

A Poem by Perdition

If I neglect, or for some sour cause make flint of tomorrow, then let it be. Never turn in emotion from what reams in our flight . This is but a place where all collide on carousels and all drink up hope on laptop beads. You are the redemption and I...I am merely the fate~

© 2017 Perdition


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Added on August 10, 2017
Last Updated on August 16, 2017

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Perdition
Perdition

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A Poem by Perdition