At the desperate edge of mere dreams, Eternity offered her destiny.
Never would she thirst again.
She looked back, thirsting for
all that was to be left behind.
And she became a pillar of salt.
While she struggled with the arid past,
the future aimed to free her, presently
Words misppoken return to me,
Without apology.
While she struggled with the arid past, the future aimed to free her, presently
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