At the back of my mind
where it stinks a little of dragon poo
and battle memories against You-Know-Who
along with the discarded armors I have worn over the years
and battle scars I received from facing my fears
There’s a firm little hope
planted on the ground
which I pat only when no one’s around
The hope that
even though change is a bother
may we grow together.
where it stinks a little of dragon poo
and battle memories against You-Know-Who
along with the discarded armors I have worn over the years
and battle scars I received from facing my fears
There’s a firm little hope
planted on the ground
which I pat only when no one’s around
The hope that
even though change is a bother
may we grow together.
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