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Alec Laine

Poetry

  • Too late for Earth

    We crossed a line, and although fine, it was defined, and the chill felt deep in my spine. That time has come and is gone, the threads entwined are woven ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


The continuation of our world depends more on the survival of the kindest than it does on the survival of the fittest.
— Arcticus