Published on Thu, 8th Oct 2026 at 22:33
Age had tamed my passion; strife did lace the knife instead. Living greets these eyes and tears, as the boughs lie dead with fear. Yet still, beneath the hallowed soil, a flower may save me from the vines. And what of yesterday's fallen dreams? this number may yet define me ...
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