Yet you instrument
death
at dawn.
Like an old
tune
in Spring.
A cacophony
slicing
scythe.
New year
meant nothing.
This Aries dusk.
Yet you instrument
death
at dawn.
Like an old
tune
in Spring.
A cacophony
slicing
scythe.
New year
meant nothing.
This Aries dusk.
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