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Jan 2014
Behind the flickers of a cold glass screen,
A girl shivers and scrolls below.
A boy, is in another world,
Yet his memoirs are open for all.
He sings of life, of love, of pain,
Of lost loves and absent friends.
He writes of a land filled with shattered glass,
The sun was never meant to shine like this on him.
So he writes. His blood his ink, his memories his parchment.
He writes and writes, drinking his tears.
His soul is dead, his heart cries out.
And people here hear.
The girl shivering clammers on cold keys,
She combines words, weaving in something she never knew she could.
Life. Renewed hope.
And so from a million other worlds,
The boy received eternal hope.
And as the golden dust flows,
From wherever and whenever,
It becomes part of the shifting sands,
Forever more.
The twirling dunes, the joyful storm,
Banish the clouds of dreary doom.
Here's a toast from a salvaged demon,
To all who led his fractured salvation.Behind the flickers of a cold glass screen,
A girl shivers and scrolls below.
A boy, is in another world,
Yet his memoirs are open for all.
He sings of life, of love, of pain,
Of lost loves and absent friends.
He writes of a land filled with shattered glass,
The sun was never meant to shine like this on him.
So he writes. His blood his ink, his memories his parchment.
He writes and writes, drinking his tears.
His soul is dead, his heart cries out.
And people here hear.
The girl shivering clammers on cold keys,
She combines words, weaving in something she never knew she could.
Life. Renewed hope.
And so from a million other worlds,
The boy received eternal hope.
And as the golden dust flows,
From wherever and whenever,
It becomes part of the shifting sands,
Forever more.
The twirling dunes, the joyful storm,
Banish the clouds of dreary doom.
Here's a toast from a salvaged demon,
To all who led his fractured salvation.
Atlas Rover
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Atlas Rover
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