Free Radicals —
Free radicals
Swarming around me
I close my eyes
And I can see
Tree, botanical
Balance surrounding
I hope the prize
Grounds all of me
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Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.
Free radicals
Swarming around me
I close my eyes
And I can see
Tree, botanical
Balance surrounding
I hope the prize
Grounds all of me
Categorised as: Blogs | Lyrics, Poetry | Nature
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