even the stones praise infinity for the form given, and the smell of being.... why are we not awake?
A really fantastic little poem that says it all. We never know what we have untill it's too late. Then we wake up to nothing.
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4/24/2024 9:55:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A really fantastic little poem that says it all. We never know what we have untill it's too late. Then we wake up to nothing.