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To every sin I sow,
That to the plant I know,
I proffer my intensity for it to grow.
Thus, the floret it stow,
Will devour me as a fallow.
Nevertheless, I'm fettered by your lasso.
You still chose to let me go.
© credits¿Shezah.
To every sin I sow,
That to the plant I know,
I proffer my intensity for it to grow.
Thus, the floret it stow,
Will devour me as a fallow.
Nevertheless, I'm fettered by your lasso.
You still chose to let me go.
© credits¿Shezah.
