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Till Lightning Splits...
Thy self a grand impostor,
what other people see
A bark that hides what fate ingrains,
a cover that deceives
It's others held opinion,
that pulp you hide behind
Till lightning splits your trunk in two
-the roots left undefined
(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
what other people see
A bark that hides what fate ingrains,
a cover that deceives
It's others held opinion,
that pulp you hide behind
Till lightning splits your trunk in two
-the roots left undefined
(Ronald McDonald House: February, 2020)
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Till Lightning Splits...
Till Lightning Splits...