Our time has passed, forever lost,
Love departed, emboss nothing,
Shall you leave me, only your loss,
Not a calming, but a raging,
Bloom into rage, burn it away,
Forth comes the page, sign it today,
Into the night, I shall run,
One forest gone, one more begun,
Of mice and men, or of sin,
Beauty is ready to begin.
Khaldun Atum
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