Decayed, withered & swayed . Played, watched then fade. A breath ceased but the beast will still preach to me & reach to me. I promenade in the shade as I address the crest: your a perch, an art piece, a home, a fuel, a silhouette inspecting crimson upon horizons. You reincarnate your energy through my lens to make a mends. So thanks bro!
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