Art is like a furnace, and I the sword.
Struck by each verse and quenched by each chord.
Through the flames, I will always be reforged.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 1:44 AM UTC
Art is like a furnace, and I the sword.
Struck by each verse and quenched by each chord.
Through the flames, I will always be reforged.
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