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  • Writer: T
    T
  • Jul 3, 2018
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 25, 2021


If in lieu, of retribution, for the events past and the events future, you receive, a moment of peace; would it suffice? If the earth crumbles, out of thirst, felt by the seeds, buried in its bosom; quenched one day, or maybe never. And the soil, could find its fragrance, though soaked in blood, salty with sorrow, but still alive, by asking for a portion, of the moment, you perhaps prize; will you? Regardless of your choices, if offered salvation; can the act of choosing it, over rightful demise, get you any closer, to the light? Tell me. What is the source, of your plight?


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