Alyx True Edge Biography

There, where the creek goes blind
and darkening woods meet fields of rye
wrapped in peace, the time and all sorrows pass
strip them off, leave them on this tiny patch of grass
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A world overheated,
brightly burning and boiling in its bone marrow.
Take the taiga and the tundra,
take what is left untreated.
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With her eyes wandering along the kerbside of his face,
she forgot what she was looking for.
Her face is submerged in a surprised frown,
as her facial staccato resolves into innocent laughter.
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For so long I have been waiting on you my dear,
open windows, a weary breeze sweeps in and out,
recollecting starlit summer nights and racous laughter,
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Misty fingers extend from my forceful streams or
as if the birth of clouds was Neptune's matter

Reaching out for all the rusty ships passing by
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