Swimming through time, in a river of suns,
Burn it will so stay still, as still as the life that burns thee.
Through the ocean of memories drowns thee,
Like the memories drowned by a misguided sea,
Of torture and treachery, darkness and misery,
Of tortures in darkness and a treacherous misery.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
