Strange are the days,
The ways of insanity,
The paths that descend,
The mercurial malformity.
The ways of insanity,
The paths that descend,
The mercurial malformity.
Like puff clouds
Against a sky of black,
There's no turning back
From the tomb of obscurity.
Against a sky of black,
There's no turning back
From the tomb of obscurity.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: August 11th, 2024 11:43
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Beautiful word nicely said in a sort verse
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Excellent write
Thank you so much, I truly appreciate the read and the comment!
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