All the air devoid of voice, the land beyond the fray
Sing to Me
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
Novel of Nonsensical Novelty
Just me chanting chimerical chatter.
All the air devoid of voice, the land beyond the fray
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
Just me chanting chimerical chatter.
Writer and Linguist
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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