The air grows grim
oscillating between remembrance and forgetfulness
the world crumbles
between fear and hope
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reaching the opposites unknowingly is the irony of existence...you mean death? the void sprinkles clouds of rootless enigmas..the line..i like coffin and cradle are twin brothers
A very poignant write! 'my nights are days and days are days too the gods being lost between self-imposed infliction and incurable affliction the void sprinkles clouds of rootless enigmas'! What powerful lines! !