that one day; the air will be thick with the bitter grey ashes of fallen empires
a million hearts and minds; cut short of voice and spread to the wind
sown into the incinerators
and reaped from the sky in tactile, greasy clouds
a million hearts and minds; cut short of voice and spread to the wind
sown into the incinerators
and reaped from the sky in tactile, greasy clouds
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