In Pursuit Of Excalibur
The word is my sword. My Heart, it’s sheath. Wielded by emotion. Forged in the furnace of Autonomy. Cut to the length of Chivalry. Mate of mater, set in Sovereign Stone Cradle yourself in my fist. Dig my Earth, dirty your Self in my flesh. Moon my atmosphere, straddle my horizon. Be buried in my [...]
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