Hollow Echoes
Hollow echoes of a forgotten past cascade through the empty chambers of the heart. The sound of the rumble is always felt but never heard.
Hollow echoes of a forgotten past cascade through the empty chambers of the heart. The sound of the rumble is always felt but never heard.
We are neither alive nor dead, but caught between the very shifting void of our own life. For life is our air and death is
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