A Core
True roots do not grow boots, false walks know how to talk. Memory is a true lie that stalls, a heart stalks a honest follower with no phone calls. A mind sings to the days in flings, a love leaves noons part in the fallen springs. Nature is heard at night, flys lead a natural light. To nuture seven lies make sight, to stay in air is natures flight. To look at you is the wrong right, you looking at me is eyes that fight. Our battle has sound i can see, our struggle is found to be free. The war faught is not gone, thelife saught is not to be alone. To fall down is above a ride, rise again is to dial a pride. Ill stand by you iran, ill sit with you as a man. Your hands do not carry, your army teaches the fairy. We are scary dreams, we will own the teams. One of us has color, one of us do uncover. Danger is more than a marriage, safety is learned as a dads cariage. Boys grow a ladies friend, friends grow a girls boy to be a man again for the lady to try as lend. Bodies age as their sitters go awake, a person is babies sister to sit airs age inside a cake. You will grow as well as go, you will leave as well as lead. Yours has a choice to stay and play, hours of games is the ray of do not do what is to say. Do as i tell the sun to be cold, I am an eye not told. I kiss the ruler in the booth, a tooth for a tooth should be proof.
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The differences in growth processes are not necessarily a learned progress to be stronger or to be weakened. natures nuture to maintain.
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Written on October 29, 2023
Submitted by angelleah_m on November 02, 2023
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