My inconclusive historic journey in a land of seekers.
An adventurer of love in the torrent of your eyes.
Yet to find my home.
All the arms outstretched have yet to offer me a clean diamond.
For which I shall spring forth like a butterfly with limited time.
To sample the nectar of my season.
Only I will not kiss the pale hooded darkness just yet.
I am a sorcerer of time lost to the seasonality of my musings.
#peace.
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