I walk the world now in the gloaming,
My silken tendrils roaming, roaming.
As though the very air were foaming;
roiling, boiling nether light.
And in the shadows, I do linger,
Grasping without fingers, fingers.
What cold silence I could bring her,
crying, flying from the night.
...still working on this....i haven't decided if this is about a ghost or the fog.....
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This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember
We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan
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