And what am I going to remember
When the world sits on the edge
Of a woman who's turned into
A R E D G I A N T
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Will the planets scream as they
Are devoured by blazing crimson
Or will they instead sing in an old
L A N G U A G E
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Where were you when the world
Dissolved into concepts and laid its
Hopes on smoked bacteria, open-eyed
D R E A M I N G
///
Renewal is a thing for creatures
That live too hard and die too softly
All that remains is a hope in
O N E M O R E L A P
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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