During which the fog
could tug,
Around me
and around the clock,
Which in hands
had at dual rocks,
The fixture of a structure
That was harder lost.
During which the fog
could tug,
Around me
and around the clock,
Which in hands
had at dual rocks,
The fixture of a structure
That was harder lost.
bloody clever ❤
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