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in the land of golem, shades reign identities spread all over the ground they consist of ice-covered letters names, written in the font of memories in the land of golem, glimmering reigns names spread all over the ground sparkling fireflies hover over words written in the font of forgiveness golemland consists of shadows golemland is a place of lights guarded by a ward who is on high alert his name is golem, a wise, weary creature golem owns a diary with a bluewhite binder each era is a time of reflection for him golem walks up a steep mountain track precisely at 8 o'clock, it's the year 1945 the mountaintop lined with shades, lights they are transcending into each other golem takes breath, 76 years passed by since he started from the bottom golem is sitting down among creation it's the moment of a long awaited return glimmering turns into a glare, relaxation shades become shadows, tension golem is looking at a blackwhite sky his attachments whirring in the clouds the sounds of the sea blowing upwards golem closes his eyes, awaiting to die then, golem is falling asleep and rests
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
Shades And Lights In Golemland
in the land of golem, shades reign identities spread all over the ground they consist of ice-covered letters names, written in the font of memories in the land of golem, glimmering reigns names spread all over the ground sparkling fireflies hover over words written in the font of forgiveness golemland consists of shadows golemland is a place of lights guarded by a ward who is on high alert his name is golem, a wise, weary creature golem owns a diary with a bluewhite binder each era is a time of reflection for him golem walks up a steep mountain track precisely at 8 o'clock, it's the year 1945 the mountaintop lined with shades, lights they are transcending into each other golem takes breath, 76 years passed by since he started from the bottom golem is sitting down among creation it's the moment of a long awaited return glimmering turns into a glare, relaxation shades become shadows, tension golem is looking at a blackwhite sky his attachments whirring in the clouds the sounds of the sea blowing upwards golem closes his eyes, awaiting to die then, golem is falling asleep and rests
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M/Inner Shelter
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
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