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Flowers of the moor,
wax and wane in the face of the moon,
and through the sun they all adore,
is writ their life, their death, their bloom.
as roots grow tough through ages lasting,
blossoms greenly turn once more,
ignorant in blooming, passing
never known of those before.
- by pyra maniac |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/10/2008 |
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- Title: Pale reds
- Artist: pyra maniac
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Description:
this sums up the human organism.
we are all born ignorant, pennyless, and selfish.
we are as we are taught, as children, as friends,
and through those that touch our lives, to be
what we define as human. - Date: 10/10/2008
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