Jun 26
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When light falls
To horizon’s brink,
Brave legacies rise
From the darkest ink.
When all is dark,
And gold weeps bleak,
Abysmal words
Reflect what we seek.
~
When light falls
To horizon’s brink,
Brave legacies rise
From the darkest ink.
When all is dark,
And gold weeps bleak,
Abysmal words
Reflect what we seek.
~
I finally got it in italics!
(14/F)
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