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Clotho
Sweep me off my feet,
Carry me through this dreamlike state, and
Spin me faster than I’ve ever spun before.
Call me yours,
Call me his, hers, or
Call me mine. I do not care.
Shower me with golden rain,
Bathe me in the sin of mortality, and
Let me retain this tiny bit of humanity I still have.
Do not remind me of my greater purpose
For I do not know what...
Thursday 20th July 2023 10:19 pm
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