Day 1
DAY 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Day 3
I was old in every way,
In my olden days I was lone,
I had no family whom I had been loved,
Hence I am abandoned old and rusted,
I am merely a tool who humans forged,
But time was swift and I was forgotten,
I was used and polished since times Immortal,
Yet as I am laid on this cold slab of rock,
I became just as cold,
Was I truly so old to be forgotten,
Even though I drank blood for prosperity sake,
I now am living but just as cold as time.
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книга «Counting Days».
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