Unstarted, Pt. 2

Transient angel
I sign,
This ever lasing
Moment in time.1

With a feather quill,
And black blood,
I write this here
To you from Lud.

Author notes

Unstarted unfinished. Wanderings inside a lost head. The end was the start.

Don't bother... I don't believe that anybody has the mental capacity to deal with this poem how it should be ...Emotionally, so don't bother.

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