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Iris
Distilling dreams I linger on, getting lost deeper into darker voids
Under abhored observance I ply my trade
Counting fantasy into infinite realities I caress the brink of chaos
A harbinger of dying worlds
Unfolding seams I tear the stitch of grace and offer vague hints of countless sheep
Behold the eyes of the destroyer
Under abhored observance I ply my trade
Counting fantasy into infinite realities I caress the brink of chaos
A harbinger of dying worlds
Unfolding seams I tear the stitch of grace and offer vague hints of countless sheep
Behold the eyes of the destroyer
Published 2nd Jan 2019
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