The Sense Poem by Satan's Sibling

The Sense



The sense lies dormant,
Not knowing when to awake.
So he lies asleep for years,
Waiting for the hand of fate.
It sleeps for a lifetime,
Until touched by a hand from above.
In my mind it will live,
With the peace of a dove.

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Satan's Sibling

Satan's Sibling

In the Bahamas. (I wish)
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