there is no where to escape all exits are blocked and i hold my hands wishing on a star that i'm not acquainted with not yet; for an answer the pedestal is so lonely second; third is a ghost and first, first is somewhere else here and no crowd or medals just a box with… Continue reading silver medal
Tag: Change
a legacy – burning down the old ways
set fire to the original; on the top of a pedestal down into the roots ashes run wild anger in the streets, before the new; the new way a new pedestal and a new match
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Saint's Muse 