The rush comes quickly,
It lingers and fades and returns once more,
The eternal knocking drowning thought and good deeds,
Leaving only star-crossed shards to drift into oblivion,
And a great well brimming with fire.
Jul 28, 2023
Jul 28, 2023 at 7:10 AM UTC
The rush comes quickly,
It lingers and fades and returns once more,
The eternal knocking drowning thought and good deeds,
Leaving only star-crossed shards to drift into oblivion,
And a great well brimming with fire.
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