Keep Safe the Garden Buried deep within the dark and furtive soil Of our imagination, The sharp seed lies where sun's light Cannot reach it; So I must ponder upon what feeds That fatal, poisened seed. I hear fear drenched words of vengence Unstoppable, carlessly seeping, Reaching to the seeds... Sign in to see full entry.
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