Aerials of Welkin: 3 of 7
Ageful child not of the Earth, Dreaming, lonely, scrawny girth; His Prophecy foretells a fight. When darkness overcomes the White: But mercy doth outweigh the odds, And faith subscribes to imaginary gods. Here, here my son, and come to me, For love proclaims antagony.
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J. Maw
I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. Michel de Montaigne
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