what ode should i pronounce
in pursuit of the spectacles
the deities bereft me of?
without such driving force,
i may just crumble at their feet.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Musings Buried Under
PoetryBorn with a destiny so wreakful and avenging, their renaissances augured a fusillade of bolides reigning the heavens. They sought for a long-awaited redemption for their flairs were vaporized. One day, this mundane land of apocryphal intentions will...
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what ode should i pronounce
in pursuit of the spectacles
the deities bereft me of?
without such driving force,
i may just crumble at their feet.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
