a short little something that came to
me while i was in the shower this morning
not really long enough for a song to be put into it
but i put one anyway
poison me not with your words
let them fall into your own soils
to render whatever harvests for you
let me be unto my own struggles
unto my own soils and crops
that i may roam in my solace of silence
that one day i will fly higher than eagles
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