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It started as a whisper in the wind.
The siren’s song that marked my death,
began as a whisper in the wind.
Icy shards gilded with silver as sharp as a serpent’s tongue;
by the time it reached crescendo, it was all but too late to run.
I set up camp to brave the chill,
Thinking it would pass.
I faced the storm with force of will,
but shattered like fragile glass.
First came the fall and I can’t recall,
exactly what happened then.
A rumble, a roar, then the sun was no more.
I made peace with the Lord again.
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utsu kuru
life is beautiful, painful, mysterious.
a beast i could never comprehend, outside of it.
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