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The scribe
Studious scribe,
Tell me your life.
Pull out your heart,
And place it before me.
Let me see the gristle,
The scars.
Let it be,
As I have let you.
Come and go,
Write me a story...
So that I may find peace.
So that I may go,
Knowing there is one
Who has a common soul.
Tell me your life.
Pull out your heart,
And place it before me.
Let me see the gristle,
The scars.
Let it be,
As I have let you.
Come and go,
Write me a story...
So that I may find peace.
So that I may go,
Knowing there is one
Who has a common soul.
Published 14th Jan 2019
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14th Jan 2019 9:40am
2nd Feb 2023 11:50am
Your job is done, 13th prophet.
Return to who you are.
Remember who only you are.
Return to who you are.
Remember who only you are.
