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Inferno; a fire, it burns though; Through my soul, an enormous hole. A desecrated knoll. A recessed fold. An empty bowl. Filled with fire, a hearts desire. Inferno; a fire, my thoughts transpire. My minds quagmire. Lain on a pyre. An empty urn. I continue to burn. I continue to yearn. Conflagration, entire, time turns slow. Eternitys chalice fills; It spills; It's overflown. Forever is a day, Infinity. How can I know?
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May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 4:51 PM UTC
Inferno
Inferno; a fire, it burns though; Through my soul, an enormous hole. A desecrated knoll. A recessed fold. An empty bowl. Filled with fire, a hearts desire. Inferno; a fire, my thoughts transpire. My minds quagmire. Lain on a pyre. An empty urn. I continue to burn. I continue to yearn. Conflagration, entire, time turns slow. Eternitys chalice fills; It spills; It's overflown. Forever is a day, Infinity. How can I know?
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May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 4:51 PM UTC
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