{what is time
do we have it
did we ever
more like an illusion
like the faint memory
of a deliciousness
long eaten
are we illusionists
to pretend
we have time
we share precious time
with others;
or liars
what do we do
what do we say
should we do anything
running out of time
are we?
still frozen
still broken
still hoping
are we?
let's run out of time
and conquer it
let's make our own fate
because we don't need war
to fight
for what we love
we couldn't have chosen
more naturally}
-s.g.r.-
Steve's letters
(@wordsturnintostories)
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Remnants of Time
FanfictieWhile Steve and the others are in the process of recovering from the events in Berlin and Siberia, their enemies don't rest.
