Drenched by thoughts descending from purest springs filtered by rocks
we cannot discern and refuse to contemplate, we wonder at this sediment
which muddies our ink, captivated by that which does not allude
to what our arching hearts would have us say, instead.
we cannot discern and refuse to contemplate, we wonder at this sediment
which muddies our ink, captivated by that which does not allude
to what our arching hearts would have us say, instead.
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