Vulnerable. Still in fog
Nothing was mine. None was god.
We had become stones.
The light sits on the
wall, to see the ash coated world,
living in black holes.
See, where we have come
Face masks will help to hide the defeat.
The cauldron was made ready.
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Author:
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- Category: Nature
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