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โ Ponโ lusher trees , verdant forests , and evergreen โ calamity scales sacrosanct peace, as the unsavory balance.
Greed stinks
the air something foul.
Polished nails cinched on the throat of some
mutant . . . That is until, @B3RZERKR stumbles up.
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this ๐ผ๐ข๐๐ค bastard . . how dare he stand , ๐ช๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐๐ , ๐ช๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ . like some massively egoed sentient statue .
condemning him with such a small handful of words .
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โ It was near impossible to perceive; after a long while, and some ryล, the stranger returns; he risks the suns wrath for the cats sake, a quiet meal, in fact ;
His kasa would be a bowl for the incredibly pricey cat treats at his side.
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โ ๐ญut two feet away, a man stands conspicuously out on the curb in raiment of poor taste it would seem, in this metropolis โ auspicious, as if heโd made it so.
His kasa protects his flesh from the sun. It is rain-worn, pale โ ยป
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โ heat would only aggravate it. He trudged forward, the result of several days on your sandal heels.
Gloom saunters the lone tribesmanโs essence, a preternatural consequence, perpetual curse.
Reprieve came upon witnessing an innocent animal. ยป
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โ Molten cuffs forgo their parasitic burn,
for the simple reality of a cold clay mess.
โUntil you can look me in the eye without cowering, little bird โ consider my might as pertains to you . . . absolute.โ
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โ Deidaraโs tantrums are rooted in passion; fuel to a rather talented artists, deranged ego โ fit for a ninja world that would employ the most taboo of measures.
The Kinslayer, bottle-caps that fire with a princes spite of things flawed. ยป
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lips ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ into a snarl , baring teeth in steadily rising aggravation . just who did he think he ๐๐๐จ ?
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โ His pottery, now a brand of searing failure that
reflects pleading ash.
โThen why does it burn so bad, your failures .แฃ
Because I am the issuant of your verdict .แฃโ
The critic he could not impress, the curtail of the clay-makers renown. ยป
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โ / / Itachi is the most harassed by his teammates, heโs their personal stoic plushie. So donโt be surprised if he goes around toying with them a little in response.
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โ โYet, you lack the necessary vision and quite frankly,
the ๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐ก โ it requires to ever accomplish such a task.
Is transparency
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โ And when one threatens the childโs toys, theyโre met with apprehensions โ defense of the finite, pleasures.
His eyes pierce the clay-makers obsolete vision, offering an artists unfulfilled presentation the silence of an underwhelmed audience. ยป
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his body goes suddenly rigid , that ๐ฟ๐ค๐๐๐ slicing through his concentration like a knife .
hands defensively clasp over the unfinished figure , head snapping towards the source of unwarranted critique .
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The mush, to some repulsive extent, attempts to mimic what no mirror would ever be able to capture.
What exactly that was, remains buried. ยป
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