I have built entire cities
blown rivers off their course
levelled mountains to nought
wrote whole libraries
shaped universes
the only thing I couldn't move
which proved too much
for my hands and my heart
was you
Shot down like a deer in the dark lying dead, the wound soon a door for dirt dwellers, bugs, birds and boars, to feed on my dull, rancid ca...
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