So... i wrote this... the xm is getting to me again apparently.
So... i wrote this... the xm is getting to me again apparently.
Originally shared by Debora (AstralDreamer1)
A raven of snow,
gliding on wing and thermal silence.
On the ground, 13 for and 13 against,
locked in forsaken and forgotten places.
A shattering sound of 3,
rip one to shreds,
now one bound only to infinite cycle.
Strange attractor pulling inward pushing outward.
Little changes, as falling dominoes in a row.
Autumn leaves swirling in cold wind.
A white raven cries over the doomed one in crossed plains.
flint dille
Originally shared by Debora (AstralDreamer1)
A raven of snow,
gliding on wing and thermal silence.
On the ground, 13 for and 13 against,
locked in forsaken and forgotten places.
A shattering sound of 3,
rip one to shreds,
now one bound only to infinite cycle.
Strange attractor pulling inward pushing outward.
Little changes, as falling dominoes in a row.
Autumn leaves swirling in cold wind.
A white raven cries over the doomed one in crossed plains.
flint dille
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