It has a exalted vision.
It has a full tree of leaves.
It takes no creative shortcuts.
It has roots deeply situated
It has known pain and pleasure.
It has tutored other inquisitve minds.
It has grown from the galleys of life
It has shaped worlds and dimensions.
It has faced darkness and death.
It has walked the timeline of the future.
It has a tough persevering quality.
It towers in and out of realms.
It is a altered grey monstrosity with wings
It is a super extension of who I am.
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Author:
Sandbone18 (
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- Category: Nature
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