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11 December 2020

The Edge of Nimt,
Void's Last Hold.
The Solemn Dark,
Couldn't Hold Me.
Prepare Yourself.

Written by Garrett Wiliams at 10:14 am

Labels: Poem

▼ 2020 (3)
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  - Edge of Nimt (Poem)
  - Photonophile
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Photonophile

For man had created a being beyond their own control, a creature shaped by the light that shone on it. The more it was seen, the more it gr...
Should you remember me, remember this.

Space, the final frontier. It's an idea that has reentered the present day. Elon Musk is showing the world that a new era of space ...
The World Burns

The air is thick with the smell of smoke, a pleasant smell of burnt pine flows in the wind. It is the smell of campfires and pleasant days...
Edge of Nimt (Poem)

The Edge of Nimt, Void's Last Hold. The Solemn Dark, Couldn't Hold Me. Prepare Yourself.

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