My Dear Steemian
Traces of the soul
Vomit in ambarawa fields
Trained to taste
Excerpts from the mortal trees
Inch by inch
To charge a charity fee
Prepare love lantern soul
The assault on the roads washed away
Stranded at the end of silence
Falling floating carved thorns
Engraving embryment love
Who is born a breech in the womb of the world
THANK YOU
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