infectedmushroom
Bluelighter
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Nod
In a low dungeon, flickering torches throw subtle shades of light over homely brown hearthstone.
On a bed soft and warm, moulded perfectly to shape, I have nothing to do, and no one to see.
I resist relinquishing the reverie, of warm contented apathy
To stay bathing in the torchlight, of a dungeon self-imposed.
In a low dungeon, flickering torches throw subtle shades of light over homely brown hearthstone.
On a bed soft and warm, moulded perfectly to shape, I have nothing to do, and no one to see.
I resist relinquishing the reverie, of warm contented apathy
To stay bathing in the torchlight, of a dungeon self-imposed.
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