Of my long lost acclaimed being
As of the dew falls on leave’s tip
As of the flames to the fire
I listen to the essence from
Within; giving life without
Such that the root gives to the tree
Such that the night gives the dawn
I am thus, corpse in my posture
For my aura to gain truth
Off life.
Elcypher.
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