emily rowe


Submit

Submit, submit, submit to me. I hear you, do you hear me? Watching pages fly from every key and yet no one one here to ever read.

Submit, submit, submit to me. Raising flames, blowing smoke rings but the warriors cry's echo nothing. Ears that will not hear, Eyes that do not see, hands reaching out over seas but touching nobody.

Submit, submit, submit to me. Wings of flight drifting miles that fathom not, sun beams shine but the earth is cold not hot. The hands of time do unwind and yet I

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