Give me silence, water, hope . give me struggle, iron, and fiery mountains. They may embrace me like spears . . Come to my veins, come to my mouth . . Speak through my words . . speak through my blood . . .
render
render
may 16
7.pm
Inhale and exhale drive me to buried worlds Time gives me renaissance To see the hidden worlds To verbalize the inner sob
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