Loner's Fate.
Loner; than bee gathers
dreamy wild flower,
never the eternal rose
withers
but those,
were just words,
and rather rejoices,
a grain of sand
the desert of soul,
within my rib cage,
turns out of wood.
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dreamy wild flower,
never the eternal rose
withers
but those,
were just words,
and rather rejoices,
a grain of sand
the desert of soul,
within my rib cage,
turns out of wood.
© All Rights Reserved
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