With U.

A history of the things we can share,

a love that may have fallen out of our own Eden.

Yours went west,

as mine went Merry and Pippin to Isengard.

There,

of all timber and water of debris.

I was still hacking and slashing what was left over.

I saw pale riders came up and told me in my thoughtless memory.

“Go back Go back,

Before how much your own,

Go back Go back.

Before your face is not yours,

anymore to no one.”

๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ’€

ยฎArtsydhude 97-18

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