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~sour~
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Wilting Blossoms.
silliness, riddled, described or disguised,
within some well rounded science,
to be an affiliate, an elitist, individual,
capsized beneath the sea of his mental groundings,
the grudge is nestled, deep where it can burn,
the heart of all things, teach and learn,
the meanings of rebirth. change is prospect,
rewarding the character, for which we all serve,
clinging are our hopes and these dreams,
hanging by the fiber of my being,
torn from inside, roots hang from this weed of my garden earth.
bleeding arts of darkness,
toil in the sights of my purpose,
twinge, a soft glimpse of the reality we've considered,
nearly gone in a whisper, too fragile to encounter,
the person you are, so very, sour.
