A lifelong swan song of an oblong existence, Persistence through time. Dark crevices devine, Pollinated lines of connection. A resurrection of being, Believing impermanence. A transient trance of an imperfect dance, A glance is deceiving. Uncover the meaning, Of bodily bleeding. Narrow is our scope... Tarro, full of hope ~ carmacace
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