Thai in the leaves,
Concoction to be set aside,
The wind didn't let any light through.

I take the hand,
Gold and brown,
Taking it to the side by side now on cold wood.

The rings didn't clank,
For they never knew the meaning,
My bloody fingers.

Hands to block the sun,
It feels hotter than normal,
I feel overwhelmed.

◄ Power

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