And so I do grow.
From the poison below to the Poison above.
What taint is hidden there?
Myopia obscures my sight.
And so do I fly.
From the purity above to the Purity below.
What treasure is waiting there?
Fear obscures my sight.
Such is their encounter.
Hope? Perhaps.
But what of Life?
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Oh wow. You're still running this?
Regardless of its age, and regardless of the fact that I'm not going to delve into this stuff too deep, I still like your poetryish stuff.
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