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Eloih Feb 12
Do you see?

The winds
aroar at the
shivering woods.

Do you see?

Sang the flames
of what
I've sinned.

Here, stay,



And, like my name,

I am:

a sun behind

the moon.
Sort of awkward to make it about myself, but it is what I wrote for creating this account.

— The End —