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The Anti-Midas

by caroline-ward

I am the withering Touch of winter, The Anti-Midas, The inevitable cruelty Of the passing of time. Around me, everything Crumbles, decays And decomposes Leaving sorrow To root deep In my bones.

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Apr 22, 2021

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