Tag: inaction
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Prostration’s cessation
Centuries of endless boredom end Stirring suddenly, repulsing dust I must I must I must I must At first my fussing mind tells me I am tired It mires me in anxieties, like manacles feet unfreeing Sprites spiteful away from me I thee banish, I thee vanquish They without bodies cannot vanish But for a…
Alchemisland 