..as I dream the roots eat me away..
As the roots eat me away, I dream of me..
Like a hole, the wound is where we grow
As we bore the nurtured seed unfolds
Plastically mending it bends to reach the essence
The intended ascension vitaled in presence
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
..as I dream the roots eat me away..
As the roots eat me away, I dream of me..
Like a hole, the wound is where we grow
As we bore the nurtured seed unfolds
Plastically mending it bends to reach the essence
The intended ascension vitaled in presence
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