Eyes deep beneath the debrisA Poem by winter;lyraThey're on to me The divine hand fell on me Leveled the mind Thus stuck my time at this dream At this flattened land I am the stone under hundred degrees to my brethren Hidden deep Deep beneath debris Piercing eyes lashing tight Rashing my wounds Stretching my looms © 2017 winter;lyra |
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Added on July 28, 2017 Last Updated on July 28, 2017 Author
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