Life upon the grave
Growing over even death
Harken to its call
Vestiges remain
Yet even they grow scarce
Soon we'll know but dreams
Primordial world
Speaks with clever tongues
Listeners are we
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About Me
- The Mad Archivist
- The fantastic voyage through life is experienced but once. In most cases, if not all, each life bears a single personality; a demeanor that grows within and is strengthened over time. But mine is not such a case. I am a thespian, and my lifelong vocation as an archivist is to capture every personality possible. For if we are allotted but a single life, why not pursue all the avenues it proffers.
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