The beating wave
A misty tipped wave. gliding in an eye,
The stars and berayel of love's remedy.
Deep with pulse, I sipped on the chemicals of stars,
And sprang from death to land upon two fiery feet.
Marching, striding to destiny, I have met.
And my heart beat slow, my heart beat slow
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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