There are thousands of reasons to turn back at night

Please forgive all the shadows of amnesia

Forgive them for throwing their thoughts on more than one occasion

Boundless darkness

The long, straight shadow is so lonely

Stretches on the long street

The buds of August have a storm sweeping through the wilderness

Believe in a season of resistance

Clutching the splinters of the sun's pride

now

You slowly spread out a piece of moonlight in your palm

The sound of falling dew

There it condenses into solid singing

I won't insist on speaking with fire

Grief gives me hope

Listen to the call from the ground

The era of purple memory

It's coming back

I don't know how many times he's collapsed

I used to cry again

How many times have I run wild in the wilderness?

The era of roaring

It's coming back

There will always be a coal mine in my mind

There is an endless spark to dig into

I'm calling in the storm

Did you hear that?

—————— poem from Annid's "The Mission of Washing", a well-known web novel about vampires at the time.

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I smell the coals in my heart.

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