Lend me your grief,
I am aching to write something novel.
Mine has weathered me thin;
my quill ends up circling around that
same drab and dolorous thing
that furtively prays to live eternally
within a mortal being.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Lend me your grief,
I am aching to write something novel.
Mine has weathered me thin;
my quill ends up circling around that
same drab and dolorous thing
that furtively prays to live eternally
within a mortal being.
