Once extinguished
The light of the candle is
Forgotten by the walls of my room.
My cup overturned; empty on my desk
Journal open to the last page.
A moon rises through the trees;
I am gone.
MnemnosOnce extinguished The light of the candle is Forgotten by the walls of my room. My cup overturned; empty on my desk Journal open to the last page. A moon rises through the trees; I am gone. |
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