Lost in the dungeon. A joblike description.
I find that I'm living. In space.
Occasional contact. The echos of combat.
Ring like a contractul race.
And all of these people. Are dancing in circles.
They try to excape from. The maze.
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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