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.
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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 notesUnstarted 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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