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A whirlwind of memory,
A medicore concoction,
A calm flurry of feet,
across two planes
The end of the day,
Statuesque hands
holding falling grains of sand
The echos of the cavern yell at me
A medicore concoction,
A calm flurry of feet,
across two planes
The end of the day,
Statuesque hands
holding falling grains of sand
The echos of the cavern yell at me