penancea quiet, silver grief at every split. one path kissed by moonlight, the other left to wither. down through the marrow of thought, shedding the breathing many until the vast universe distills into one small, breathless soul.
a quiet, silver grief at every split. one path kissed by moonlight, the other left to wither. down through the marrow of thought, shedding the breathing many until the vast universe distills into one small, breathless soul.
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