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Down by the willow tree,where grey clouds wilter and fall,silenced by beating;wistful musings.Down by the roots,a resting place;tears entanglingand bu..
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Bark fraying, branches snatched,fitting to your whims and views,yet with life anewbefitted onto that we lostwe bloom.Painted grey was the ground,harde..
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Eyes as hollow as awaiting flower pots,the fertility dug out from their depths;still yet to bear the seedsof vibrancy overlapped, absorbing the sun&rs..
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He wore candles on his backFallen from faith was he;stripped of grace and salvation,to his knees.Readied with lashings,set to bear his altar,with wax ..
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She would breathe in the nothingand exhale whole galaxies.An artist by nature,her blood laced with creation;flowing from her fingertipsto the beat of ..
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