Dawn has its verdict. It no longer awaits. The waters lie still. Ripples no longer permitted. The trees have spoken. They choose to wither. It's a sad sad world and I lay my body on all there is that exists undetected. Gently but firmly the soul moves on.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
Dawn has its verdict. It no longer awaits. The waters lie still. Ripples no longer permitted. The trees have spoken. They choose to wither. It's a sad sad world and I lay my body on all there is that exists undetected. Gently but firmly the soul moves on.
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