Loa

October 10, 2019

Find it may in the dusk a sleek rememberance of me

Ached by dashing congratulations - the moonlight smiles

Hurt in the form of gifts and love

I fear, I see, I know, I must

I've taken upon myself to be your congratulations

Your ruler, your leader

I am infinty and more

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