Every spire of smoke
Every scar upon the earth
Every overturned stone
Every tiny flower
Hers are the crowns now
And they were witnessed each day
How they touched the sky
How they spoke in lights and noise
Hers
Hers alone
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رعبThat is to say, downhill. Ever beneath. Time fades. Hop, skip, jump. Hide and seek. Scatter, like mice. Things were planted here, and soon they'll grow. No tears, little one. Red doesn't always mean danger. They've all had their tumbles, and learn...
