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Frangipani

  • The Abyss

    The trickling sands of our time, Slowly disappear beneath us. And we are plunged. Without warning. Without hope. This dark abyss that we cannot escape, Just falling. Falling until we ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


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