We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
He meant within the rooms, the domiciles, the residences themselves, but it didn’t seem to matter anyway. His explanations hadn’t signified enough, his summations too brief, patterns in his life that seemingly went awry. At the very least they had something to go off of, that he could bring back to the council. “I will,” which was a conviction, a promise, a vow, an assurance, to figure out just what they wanted to do and how to go about it. “Thank you.” With that, he and Zuriel bowed their heads once, before shuffling off into the dusk, prospering all of the wisdom and sagacity to the forefront of his mind.
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DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
