They were three cubits high
They protected me
They were built on betrayal
They kept away the hurt
But now they were crumbling
Faster than lightning
Nothing could break them but his touch.
-Kassey
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
