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Dec 2020
Through ashes and dust;
Pillars of rot and rust,
Accomplishments lie,
Untouched.

Seconds sail into minutes,
And minutes fly into years.
Within this corroded world,
Time is all of our material fears.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     Ayesha, --- and alyssum withers
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