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Poem-Dark Lands Space-Time

A peak An edge Over You peeked. Below The world-- It's chaos. Fragments you cannot read Splinters you cannot predict. You have your answer. You can't rally, There's nothing to rally. No reserves left, All used up in the climb. Your jeep, your mule, your shoes... You used them all up In your quest. And… Continue reading Poem-Dark Lands Space-Time