Hopelessly

๐Ÿฆ‡เพ€เฝฒโ„‹๐“ช๐”‚๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐Ÿฆ‡เพ€เฝฒ

my monument to you

is long abandoned,

nature has come to claim it.

what are you to do?

 

as I walk through

the valley of the shadow,

I know I am home,

what are we to do?

 

the door to

you chamber under fog,

undetectable.

what am I to do?

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