What hope is left to be found?
This world is quick sand-
Be quick oh man;
Come up with a poetic plan
Something substantial, unsubstituteable-
Their words will always fold,
This world is getting cold;
What truly sticks around?
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 6:30 PM UTC
What hope is left to be found?
This world is quick sand-
Be quick oh man;
Come up with a poetic plan
Something substantial, unsubstituteable-
Their words will always fold,
This world is getting cold;
What truly sticks around?
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