hexed lands live in consonance
dissonant dividends held up to the bends
the lands teach us a traditional dance
the outside world's is cause for unprovoked defense
everything comes folding out my hands
wrinkles and creases, lines in the lenses
you think it'd be fair to share between clans
but everyone's got a reason to put up their fence
i scribbled the eviction, smeared it with conviction
it will not be through my thick skin that you create friction
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Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
