godmund's words


Being this child, eight I think.
write words to forge time
From the dragon land of
afternoon sunshine and fire, the winters hold spirits
Donna Sways
I memorized my titles, covered my lies.
So told her stories
and all your ages perspect
a smooth lineholds nothing.

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