Verse
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Dew On The Rising
Dew on the rising The hum of blades carry dawn Castrating the lawn
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The Flower That Grows By The ˈmeɪz
The flower that grows by the ˈmeɪz nestles close And stalks like parishioners rising to ˈpɹeɪ As they listen to the sun preach warm verses Her face aglow with petals that reach open Both brave and vulnerable coaxing the husk to follow The height beyond her bloom hides a labyrinthine Cast of fallen idols tangled…