Many an hour have I waited, where the twilight scours the Earth
Where the haunted winds breathe into the forest the breath of mid-nightmares
As of times of old when all was still, and not so lugubrious
The night shall elucidate my ignorance, yet I remain in acrimony
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Author:
Kadesh Vega (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2018 00:07
- Category: Reflection
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