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First Period Thread – Hurricanes vs Hawks

The ease of your pose, the grace of your silhouette, the way that your shoulders meet your slender neck. Where would we be without all the distance? You know I’m already just a skeleton, I don’t have the heart to match the one pricked into your finger. All things made to be destroyed, all moments meant to pass.

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