A field in misery,
Have you packed yet?
The ancient grounds
whisper promised never
made through wind
and to encounter
death and come back is
the only reward.
Grant me peace. Please.
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Author:
Tomo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2018 21:57
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Comments1
Well written, am trying to decipher the hidden meaning. Guess, need a little more time or some help.
Thank you, You'll find it
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