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SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
on the wind
wild flame is my muse

i write on frozen wasteland
the colors that i choose

i write in the Andes
of mystic glowing things

i write in the deepest ocean trench
of a fish with wings

i write in blackest dungeons
of painted birds of blue

i write on walls of paper

of my love for you


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/11/2015
A rhyming verse that seemed
to write itself

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