i give to you the good nature i find to grow under water live under duress sleep to the bitter end die that we may bless as impression fortells the dark side of me that inside or out this place slowly swells it's in what i believe on a night bout of fear upon moving your mind the sudden need to leave and together still without advice to justify our own i end its life whitened flowers rest aside this place was never meant a grave this was life
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