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Rain rain rain rain From this pain there's much to gain The shape of mud where I have lain The monsters in my mind I've slain their rows of teeth will form my jagged crown. In the end the purest flower grows from earth where self-sacrifice is sown.
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
The Purest Flower
Rain rain rain rain From this pain there's much to gain The shape of mud where I have lain The monsters in my mind I've slain their rows of teeth will form my jagged crown. In the end the purest flower grows from earth where self-sacrifice is sown.
finding meaning in the pain, live to see another day
Mnamri
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
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