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At your will

Promises are cancerous.
I don’t make any of them.

but, that I’ll say.
Stay for a few more cups.
Stay for some more time. 291 more words

Letterbending And Verses

Age Of The Two Kindreds

In the Age of the Two Kindreds
We lived in harmony with the land,
Forging the flames of the west
And the edens of the east, 82 more words