Winterscore ©
Friday, October 31, 2025
I cannot carry these
I cannot carry these
Dreams heavier than hope
Up insurmountable
Beyond the dawn wall slope
Yet what am I if I
Abandoned these ideals
Mustard seeds are mountains
Not just zeniths but feels
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