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Being made, When One ***** of light Hums through opaque blight To unite with excitable ground Reminds me, How Creation needs Destruction to feed Buried seedlings the freedom to hear Ground afar Where Stars echo home. A blue catacomb Sings in ohms, radio moans, being made.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Being Made
Being made, When One ***** of light Hums through opaque blight To unite with excitable ground Reminds me, How Creation needs Destruction to feed Buried seedlings the freedom to hear Ground afar Where Stars echo home. A blue catacomb Sings in ohms, radio moans, being made.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
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