Sta.sh
>> * Not forever >> (...\ . > And when new hands >> set to tending this earth they'll till my pieces under. > > Grind them into the veins of g0ld I've laid. > Then the roots of all they plant wi\ > wind around usS-- > KEEPING > US > CLOSE-- > For an eternal summer that will not fade. |
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