Literature
Fabrication of the Shifting
When they are gone, it's cold
and dark.
When they are gone, I have no name
I am lost.
When they are gone, silence makes no sense
And I die.
Shifting, falling, fading
Has it ever been
And will it ever be again..?
Fear only knows the shifting
When they are gone.
I cannot find a spare soul
Amidst this distant useless world
When they are gone
This place does not exist.
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