Storms run wild, piercing right through my veins.
But these frayed edges can take no more pain.
I surrender at last, to the glowing beams of uncertainty.
As I severed my own existence of the black and whites.
Ashes spread over my fate, like wild fire.
'There's so much more to what it can take'.
--Terry
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Little Keeper
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