the smell…

building…

as moonlight SHEILD'ed fades

so does the need for [US]

"feelin' so asunder; the negativity; the harm!"

WHERE'S muhSHEILD?!

''the scent of a mirrored targe violetly flashing within a toroidal south wind's blowowh; that once was the warm and gentle breeze, this night; why not I?

Where we go one, we go all!- even if sometimes we feel really alone, (.You.) will never be!

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