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.
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