I shovel new soil under each footstep / as I do not wish to haunt your dreams / while into my blood / characters stack new character / pushing forward to through the uncharted voids / I close the wounds and enjoy the ride / as there is new air in each breath / some is stale with life’s maliciousness / some is fresh honeyed anticipation / when I am the sea I watch the sky / when I am the land I watch the sea / when I am air I ride the wind / remaining as honest as a woman’s lie / and tight lipped as a priests vow. Azab
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