A little blossom
veiled in gray
cries out against the void.
A child's dance
stopped short
with the screams of discipline.
My thoughts drive on indefatigable
like a heavy stone dragged through a swamp,
like a fight I cannot win,
like a fight I cannot win.
veiled in gray
cries out against the void.
A child's dance
stopped short
with the screams of discipline.
My thoughts drive on indefatigable
like a heavy stone dragged through a swamp,
like a fight I cannot win,
like a fight I cannot win.
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