All dust…

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I set out to change her, n there she is, clueless at the boundaries of changes and transitions , attempting to keep the child inside alive ….fog and dust settling down in layers of crimson , dropping the nucleus of life into darkness.. The hungry waves rise to devour her and she hides in a colored glass house…Dreamy depths wrap around and cruise through the memory lane..She stands and watches at her hazy reflection , ripples and words folded into pages that crumble at touch..All sand , All dust

Quest

Knight from a lost battle

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