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Over the wall

It was you
who called me home,
the thread,
a quiet tug,
a knocking on the wall of it,
a single nail scratched down the fortress,
it was you who called to Nyx,
to Lilith through the divide
and so I clambered over quietly
to once more see the light.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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