With hands of many fingers Becoming Brittle
Dry
While her eggs
Shrivel and die
Her body
Becoming hollow
As she slowly
Leans to the side
Tired
To her roots
On the banks Of life
Drained
To Desimate
Drained
To Destroy
Shrivel and die
Her body
Becoming hollow
As she slowly
Leans to the side
Tired
To her roots
On the banks Of life
Drained
To Desimate
Drained
To Destroy
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Author:
Drone7 (
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