Ross McDermott
The scribe rejects, but truth be told, thoughts fall like flakes to dusty floors. Precarious, the fortress crumbles, walls erode. The tsundoku, just a scattered mess, reveals the perished truth. Words lament, pages weep, Never written, if never read.
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