... Inked words of old retold ... ...waiting for sweet blossoms to bloom and unfold... ...dew dropped in surrender... ...no more poison sap to spawn in this unwelcomed pretender... ...ground roots seek to creep ...deeper and deeper ... ...core of soul truth ... In seek of my redeemer ... ...still waters run deep... ...but the hidden currents of dark always fall.... ...over a cliff .... ...exposed... |
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