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Echoes of the past
Ah, speaking of blade..i wrote a poem about him and me.. Echoes of the Past
Blade, a whisper of forgotten fate,
A sword of shadows, sealed by time's gate.
Kafka, a storm in a porcelain cup,
A dance of chaos, where spirits stir up.
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