Journey with me to the void, I hear the stories all end there.
Anchor chains we can destroy, but neither can they be repaired.
Claim to know how fable goes, disregarding certainty.
Likened to the sound of prose, anchored with all courtesy.
Yearn to know within and out, mooring's meaning in the end.
Now it's known without a doubt, they are all that you intend.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Journey with me to the void, I hear the stories all end there.
Anchor chains we can destroy, but neither can they be repaired.
Claim to know how fable goes, disregarding certainty.
Likened to the sound of prose, anchored with all courtesy.
Yearn to know within and out, mooring's meaning in the end.
Now it's known without a doubt, they are all that you intend.
Come with me.
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