ohawkguy:THE SONG OF ACHILLES:The yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me. Somewhere his soul
ohawkguy:THE SONG OF ACHILLES:The yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me. Somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere I can reach. Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free. His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing. -- source link
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