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Goldenrod

     
I saw you standing neath the earth      
balanced on a mortar,      
     
The fissile pines were made of time      
and creatures oleander,      
     
Above the earth is where I stood,      
Goldenrod of fortune,      
     
And there above an indigo sun 
was the silent warriors marching...    
   
 
Written by Pishashee
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