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polluted
the moon silent
in a thriving, vivid
blossom trapped between
Eden. Dead.
Behold the ancient
always, this wild path
fertile only in the dusk
of being. Night.
Winter.
A withering growth birthed
in fresh shade, a
dark song living cold,
preservered, but
No Sanctuary in
our confused season -
wander or walk,
rest or leave.
every Above is
just so Below.
Polluted root.
in a thriving, vivid
blossom trapped between
Eden. Dead.
Behold the ancient
always, this wild path
fertile only in the dusk
of being. Night.
Winter.
A withering growth birthed
in fresh shade, a
dark song living cold,
preservered, but
No Sanctuary in
our confused season -
wander or walk,
rest or leave.
every Above is
just so Below.
Polluted root.
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