Count my Fingers as I seem not to see. They were seen with blood.They were seen crippled while burying flowers in mud.Count my Fingers as I seem not to see. They begin to bleed.They then begin to heal as I plant Myself one more seed,even though I know there's a desert out there. I will make sure my Flower will grow and that's guaranteed.Count my Fingers as I seem not to see.They were seen with blood. They were seen crippled while burying flowers in the mud.Count my Fingers as I seem not to see.They begin ta have motion as I think of need to count my savings in money with greed.They begin to shake through all my commotion,while I get what I really don't need. They begin to crumble as I try to get my hand on one good deed.Count my Fingers as I seem not to see. They were seen with blood.They were seen with blood.They were seen crippled while burrying Flowers in the mud.
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Mosiah Lore's Poetry
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