beautiful graveyard
a muddy path
misty surrounds
a quiet...
to think
you know those times
you're talking
there's this rare
raw nugget of truth
covered
yet seen through the dirt
my heart beats faster
somethings needs to come out
be exposed
to connect the dots
mend the tear
seal the holes
pull the strings
draw me in
draw you in
to the radiant core
a pulsating process
it rolls, it accelerates
it turns, we grow closer
no time to hesitate
we must speak
speak with love
discover the seed
the seed which is truth
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