the echos
of my name
could you miss
it?
even in essence
of flame and sage
these strains
are
bleeding hard
in desperation
and alienation
while
earth and sky
hail all worthy
things
could
I ever be part
of such
untainted strings
of my name
could you miss
it?
even in essence
of flame and sage
these strains
are
bleeding hard
in desperation
and alienation
while
earth and sky
hail all worthy
things
could
I ever be part
of such
untainted strings
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