Poet
This story happened a long time ago. This story happened before day and night even existed. This story happened when the moon was still wandering the universe, not bound to anything.
By Kristofer A. Portmanabout a year ago in Poets
in water I walk in jewels, foam and abyss I sink and reborn. tree roots wondering if pebble, sand, dirt and stone
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