For as I Was Fearing It

Published on Thu, 24^th Apr 2025 at 01:15

by William Troup

For as I was fearing it, what's left was done, and my tenebrous staircase became unsung. So lost in fear, these ubiquitous fires are felt by beats, in this lonesome heart. For as I was fearing it, what came was one, and my irreligious steps became
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