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Soil may spoil,
As roses will seed.
Truth takes time,
For crimes in need.
Horizons lament the rotating seasons.
But horizons don’t exist,
They are only percieved.
Quiver not, the pain is suffering.
Take care to plow the garden at your shadow.
Razasoul
January 23, 2018 at 6:37 pm
January 23, 2018 at 6:37 pm