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In Respecting Empty Concepts

or
 
The Faithful Bonds that Bind
 
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On crossing over Gjöll as all my cattle mooed me into Hel,
my soul's hot rumpe slipped on ice and in the tomrommet straight fell.
 
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Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
Published | Edited 19th Dec 2023
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