No. 086January 9, 2025

Scorched Erasure

The escape with no roadmap Where any path you choose to walk Is nothing more than An isolating intuition—the light No one else can see. A million little flames lit by memories, Dancing in the darkness of your dreams. Your steps, a scorched erasure— No matter what, you can't return. Do you still choose to run?
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