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The land is ours,

The sea is ours,

Everything but the stars is ours,

And soon we’ll lasso them like horses.

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Memories of the Megaliths (Poetry)

I am not a prize to be won. I am an Empire to be built— To be invested in, protected, cherished, and maintained. So when the millennia pass, and our bodies have long since turned to ash; They will sti

Goodbye (Poetry)

Some people aren’t meant for us. Sometimes they belong to someone else. Sometimes they’re just not interested. Sometimes the ice in their heart stops them from stoking the fires of love. Sometimes the

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