caprice skies
the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
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the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]
THE GODS ARE NO MORE- they have succumbed to mortal sins and all that's left in their wake are the stories of their divine destructions.