Cities rise on my fingers when darkness sets.
Empires risen on sand of dead generations.
Blisters with the taste of bliss.
Dead as I am no one can be... And yet they live as such!
No soul, no pity, no mercy... no one!
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good to see you back!
ReplyDeleteHello my good friend! :) I was starting to miss this!
ReplyDeleteSo sad that the time never seems enough! Worries of the job I'm afraid!
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