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White Suns
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Clairvoyant
Rings match the curve of my spine,
Rings remembered from a childhood dream,
Rings appear around the wound,
Rings never to be removed.
My guide's face is made of mirrors,
My guide's face looks like my father's.
I was born holding elemental poison in these veins.
Bleed it out...
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