Quadrāgintā

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As we grew taller,

the world grew smaller,


If only for the little things, our illusions split


Ancients words

Forsaken

Never


A translation of an image of a mirage. Flowing through my lips.


I am sure that I saw a spider seven feet tall.

I would touch its legs and curl into a ball.


Ancients works

Becoming

Now


The barrier of the blasted land. I will for more humanity.

You are my beloved. Love. Life. Eternal.


Worthiest of whispers.