This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 28.5.2025 at 07:08
Words are tools
Assuaging doors
to paths forever broken
Thoughts ring out silently
To Everything unspoken
And time is
but a symptom
As I dare to plot my course
Verily
I am no more now
Than I was then
Bathed in my remorse.
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