8.2.16 Year of Sorrow
Year of Sorrow


And do not wither into foolishness

Thinking crystals of diamonds.

In every fiber you hold the strength of lifetimes that blister the hands of death.

And never believe that you’re delicate.

The skies tremble for the souls that wake to try again every time.

Even if the eternal wrecks in toll.

They will never be dust

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