Pointless Regret…a lull in a receptive mind
Regret I hold like a wilting rose, pale and leached of all color, for what good is my piteous maudlin
Read moreRegret I hold like a wilting rose, pale and leached of all color, for what good is my piteous maudlin
Read morePointless, without change… The storm brought forth another light, another plight, wound within those brooding clouds, that sealed the earth
Read moreAll along the ramparts eyes fixed upon a still distance, they await enemy lines approaching for that final assault; and
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