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A relic of a forgotten ageHolding meaning in words
Intention in heart
Not beset with mirth
But encroaching like a battle
The meaning is in the fight
The joy is the light
Sitting at the end of time
When our hands clasp
And separation ceases
Gender: Male
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I crave nothingness right now. I know the feelings of never will, never can.