scorched silver remains
a sight unseen
earth, she consumes
rebirthing anew
many as one is never enough
resurface and kiss the ground beneath you
the fruits of our labor have rotted
the flies are coming
rhetorical solipsism
scorched silver remains
a sight unseen
earth, she consumes
rebirthing anew
many as one is never enough
resurface and kiss the ground beneath you
the fruits of our labor have rotted
the flies are coming
i can not wait for the day to see you published
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