..the urge to let the realm know, is mine, its mine.
Will even let the green grow spread dark,
will even let the thunder go faintly,
in the deafening stormy rain..
My war is not it.
.. will let the sand pull me,
work me down, boasting with
best it got, in the mean cold
murkey waters, will breathe ease.
My war is not it.
The heart to share
those random flashes of ..
how little people know when you are a meeky kitten need just the warmth
when the heart is so dry and tear resist the urge and cry
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