Exposed out of the suns yellow heat
left within the ice blue cold.
Fear by the seat of this knowing.
No matter how i rexamine it/it always
stays the same a thought.
No matter what.
'Lily' out side and 'Rose'
It seams to me, to life a breathe.
What they do we know and fear it not
even help it come out side and touch
that spot untill it runs some more.
Yes, but my perdjudice is there for the tree.
Trees, Trees every where trees, what of war.
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