In the worries of these past nights I have found a stone.
Our precious stone.
The one we mined from the royal earth- only ours to covet.
I’d give anything to be wherever you are if that is what love is.
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He has sown sins. Harvest will not be a blessing.
How can we gather fruits when they have bitter seeds spitting repulsive smells into the humid air?
He was baptized in the waters of the true religion but he forgot his pledge to the decree of yestayear.
Each chapter of his life was clothed in white ink but he couldn't stay away from small joys.
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