Confiture

 

Demons fought/ Each

Average Original Illustrations Unlimited
To their own/ All

For one for all / Sub

Merged in meaning / Am

Youngst thoughts extruding washed 

Away in mem'ries

From crumbling blocks 


Did it even happen

If they swear it never did?

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