lost words, restored.
A light energy that lived in physical form…
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The frail mountain looks for a place to build its empire…
A beautiful place I would find…
My tears; a spectacle, Entertainment to be consumed…
I hear my lion scratching inside of his cage…
Tell me who I am I ask the bundle of papers sitting in my drawer…
Listening to myself speak, every voice I hear is different…
The little home was so simple when it first came to be…
Dimmer every day and bleaker still, the seasons slow to change…
One day I’ll open the chapter And read you the page…