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...but a brittle spill
I traveled my dream with you
from a long time ago until...
never to let the ventures gained
lose sight of our will
when I hear your echo whispering
a thrall of a Nightjar's poetic quill
once a casual midnight scribe
I confess I am but a brittle spill
from a long time ago until...
never to let the ventures gained
lose sight of our will
when I hear your echo whispering
a thrall of a Nightjar's poetic quill
once a casual midnight scribe
I confess I am but a brittle spill
Published 12th Apr 2023
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