Published on Wed, 19th Aug 2026 at 23:51
Warm with sun in this dying room; ferns cling to hopeful clouds that speak in tongues from a quite doom; mocking thee! taunting thee! Distance wrinkles show their face in lines I cannot retrace; and of morrows tempest? the woodpeckers sing, yet thier tone remains the same!
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Of That Night
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Streets of Decay
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