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1999 This sword writhes in my hand. I sit here well past midnight in this overly familiar coffee shop. I use to call this place home and dance with the waitresses. The whirlwind of my thoughts rip into the Aethers. The fires of my passions burn pure in yod. The waters of my heart crash on the shores of Binah. … Continue reading "900|1|80-2|80|50|100|8|5|80|90"