a speculative collection

Spaces untouched

The delicacy of many

Within sight of beautiful faces

Deep inside

They shine

Precise with time

Your ways will never go wrong

The plain ground you built will stand

Gorgeous people, I see

A strong hold

A battalion of great descendants

Amassed with strength

With pen or in soul

The ruin of sadness as they go

Letting love flow as they pace their struggle

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