And of all the
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
The seed was there first. Before the roots knew how deep they would reach. Before the stem knew how to follow the sunlight. Before the flo...
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