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Understanding that once were in the back of her mind,
Hidden Lazarus lazulite eyes beneath, though even with this,
Dear woman one cannot imagine the cross you wore
The only thing that to say is it because of that pain you are worthy
We can hope it will go away and crust over like a scar,
In our darkest hours of the night while consciously awake
Finding a language in which scarification are made
Begin to peal a new, a healing, in which finding a happy ending
Is your faith with living in peace, a place of rest, or never ending dreams,
Between space and time, a place to call home,
It is a language in which has been used to change the world
Behind the convulsionary only trying to help a nation,
Language, words professed from a heart’s truest desire,
Cynical people who lack seeing a future
Only a moment in which the whole life is spent
Waiting for the free floating spirits, something to calm a warrior,
A focus to expand as the harpists disappear from the land,
Dreams are for all, any, who are in desperation, isolation,
For living this life is at times, a meaningless mess in which is spend checkout
Unaware of the classes claiming to be outstanding, priceless, and the best,
Do they understand what it means to walk bleeding?
Can they only buy, trick, or steal their thoughts, in which no gratitude is spared
Does limitless becomes a disease, but regardless what cannot change
Is the forming of thoughts in one’s own brain to which a message
A world of words can be formed, created, exposed
Though this language, this written world unexplored, will lay in silence
Until the eyes come wondering and the message is revealed
In which lays out something to perceive
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