Title grandiose,
time alive fleeting, wishes
made upon the dead.
Thrice a night, in flight,
killed by our atmosphere or
the end times we all fear.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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well done