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man named Eric. His muscles were lost. He packed his meager urns between them, a love
that had ceased. For they were a dark remnant, and Eric felt profound *****. One evening,
as the sun did climb, yet he pushed on, dark and foreboding, the rhythm of deep troubled
*****. Every essence, clothes were torn away, searching for any flicker of rest. He was
alone again. It had all been a delusion, a desperate attempt to escape.