Saturate the eclipses,
stir the heaven’s call.
I know of ways of old,
fall is calling my fall.
When the season turns
I can feel a soul earned.
In the cold mountain my
wise soul it does burn.
I breathe smoke dragon
call me unto blue sky I
think the sense in me
I could feel real tonight.
The fall of my heart it
weeps in green pasture;
I pray you keep me see
path’s disaster I master.
Turn me my love I fire
desire the warmth of
a love a world it shuns,
I call my god of blood.
Tell father, be so proud
of his little boy turmoil,
has erred inside his past;
grows a hope in his soil.
Hi Jared! I like your chain.
Per usual, this is another excellent piece. You weave and wind words together with the best of them. 🖤♥️
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Your turn to post a picture of you…🤣🤣
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Hahaha yeah I am fine doing that 1:1 in email but not for the whole world 🦇
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I don’t have a bat emoji…I’m jealous. Lol.
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🦇🦇 one for me and one for you!
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