Oct 2014
Moments* we
Fight for, but
Never bear the
Fruit that we wish,
So wanting to hold in our
Grasp, A moment now **forever past.
Fight for, but
Never bear the
Fruit that we wish,
So wanting to hold in our
Grasp, A moment now **forever past.
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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