mary - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Ephemeral cleaning


a man past his hand hurts
face has a dark past
shadows of destruction of carefully tember lost as the collapse of a dungeon
awareness of the forgotten life of leaves
after dark dungeon kills wind city
before my pain remember the end of your beautiful shadows
allowed to cross shadows dance
people cry
Now we only die
crazy how people go home for the wolf
every shadow hides the end of last lost
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