The letter of those valvule valleys;
Branches along the riverbed;
A part of us drifts through cannals;
Honor not the love for lillies;
Doth leads to madness and death;
I am down the path of mortals.
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Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
