Since Tai-Ti passed, heres mine.
Of ages past I whisper,
Aeons of rightful kings,
Now under the ladder I reside,
Bone of the earth,
Child of the mind.
Since Tai-Ti passed, heres mine.
Of ages past I whisper,
Aeons of rightful kings,
Now under the ladder I reside,
Bone of the earth,
Child of the mind.
The last words of Oscar Wilde, to the wallpaper in his room - "One of us has to go"
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