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  • Nero's Dream

    Deciduous leaves burn like Nero’s wilting garland,Your reckless trees bow down to my partly outstretched hand;It’s neck deep, retraction; why retaliate? It’s for your breath; promises they’d d

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she slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew there was a lion among them.
— r.m. drake