The rope is always in the hands of some wild magician who keeps cutting the ends off... Youth, middle age, old age... Yesterday my future went all the way east and all the way west... today, it is just here. And now.
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I've added poems and will be storing them here from my accounts as Dragonblood and Timagination2 at Deep Underground Poetry. One or two might be on the Relic account, I'm not sure.
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