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The Grinding Sound on August Tenth: of Gods and Pain
Iron God softened,
Makes no move to resist,
As that nymph goes off,
seeking the trees.
He rusts a slow rust,
A slow death,
At that tiny little thing,
That absence of Spring...
But the Nymph left the door open,
Mayhaps to return,
And stop the freezing in this old god's chest...
Makes no move to resist,
As that nymph goes off,
seeking the trees.
He rusts a slow rust,
A slow death,
At that tiny little thing,
That absence of Spring...
But the Nymph left the door open,
Mayhaps to return,
And stop the freezing in this old god's chest...
Published 10th Aug 2017
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