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unspoken words
were the echoes of our past lives.
through the window pane,
time was infinity.
through the looking glass,
the universe was sitting on our lap,
drawing stars around our scars.
but we never knew that,
in the war room,
we were blessed beyond measure.
© heavenlysword
were the echoes of our past lives.
through the window pane,
time was infinity.
through the looking glass,
the universe was sitting on our lap,
drawing stars around our scars.
but we never knew that,
in the war room,
we were blessed beyond measure.
© heavenlysword
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