Tanner Brockwell

the ancient and hue, left are shimmer, gone the glimmer, but green grow oh – green grow. the stars accomplished before their due, like dreams left absent, or dreams most true. i wander by the faintest haze, i wander by, though there are days. the nights are fast, the nights take to you. the dreams are glimmers, yet fade to hue.

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