once in a blue moon.

i

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cursed whispers wither the warmth
of a soul, till it will bask
for aeons within dark.

a girl shall seek a truth,
far beyond her years and
shall be greeted with
blood on her hands.

i will break a thousand times,
before my contentions shall be
regarded without animosity
they do not deserve.

my words wage wars
and burn bridges.

yet i bear certainty,
with cultivation they would
bid forests to flower
and salvage the world
of suffering.