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Saturday, 11 November 2023

Splintered

At the edge of the world, 
The lines are blurred.
Multiplicity grows.
The road has turned.

That which once united
Is forgotten, and divides.
Splintered into chaos.
The truth no longer guides.
Posted by Ephrem Griessel at 13:07
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