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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,

see

me.

And, like my name,
distorted

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 —