Poised to Kill Me Thermally

Dry blood and bone dust Make up the sand and snow On the slopes Cold may dominate But it isn’t without The bane of bone marrow shards Or stained glass smashed Over boulders while it drifts Down the purple rivers And glacial giant ice Floes Flows Nirnroots grow From the macabre sand And thrive inContinue reading “Poised to Kill Me Thermally”

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