rhodokA Poem by winter;lyra
no steed
late fallen in battle and in slumber a no-stunner ungifted of any stunt he ate not the nut but instead the crumbs of a giant too numb a parasite across the leyline no threat © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on February 24, 2019 Author
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