Eyes of ever
gaze long across tall grass
World beats with hurt
inside
at it's core
Sores on the surface
pulse
with strong odor
Sweet
like sour apples in the wind
Gardens full of angry herbs
put pressure on decaying flowers
Fertile soil has produced
ripe intent
strong
without need
or direction
Foster no disregard
of Repunzel's Father
for in his weakness
twice
he
created
her.
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