Heed mine words O weary traveller; step not in the direction of the oasis, for no fountain, but a mirage awaits Journeys path might it reverse thus; wandering evermore shalt thou remain, and remain in pursuit of an illusive lair Sudden thirst starts forming within; drifting then into an infinite chasm, lose one shalt this… Continue reading Heed mine words O weary traveller
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