fragile like a rose,
sharp as the thorns
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Apr 20, 2024 06:15AM
On absence, and resurrection. Nothing to say, except- the fire which once burned high, and mighty died a sudden death. Smothered by a cold, strangled wind without a possible flicker of regret. Ch...View all Conversations
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐍�...
The unlikely union of light and darkness.
"My soul is ruined; made of dead stars, and darkness. And yet...