mother
and so I'm finally an orphan.
all your deaths
have scarred my soul:
I've grown numb
to my own death
number 1 of 1
all your deaths
have scarred my soul:
I've grown numb
to my own death
number 1 of 1
iridescence
go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining guidance into the unknown on the day that I die
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