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- The Refuse
- Dec 18, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 16, 2023
He would walk into the fields of plenty,
Refilling his pockets with new treasures.
She laughed dryly at his poor innocence,
All that he robbed her of was loneliness.
- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. 8