Posted by Toph on February 5, 2008, at 8:45:00
At the end of this refuge
The warm, bright light tugs invitingly.
Yet there is solace in
These cold stone walls that securely shield me.
Certain peril awaits a careless exit.
Better to remain sheltered in this
Damp, dark, defensive den
Where echoing voices are familiar,
Familiar.
poster:Toph
thread:810814
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