The birds that fill your days anew
Hopping stones;
they're never through
Nihilo clouding dreams.
Awaken, cry. scream.
life
what do you know?
A thread unwound
That song unsung
The gRace
not run.
Hopping stones;
they're never through
Nihilo clouding dreams.
Awaken, cry. scream.
life
what do you know?
A thread unwound
That song unsung
The gRace
not run.
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The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will swallow up himself.
Ecclesiastes 10:12
