high powered writing -
Blooded sky bids
sad farewell to humming―
birds. My half-brother
weeps silently.
Taking final call
of human chain, from the
foster god. I return to
my grass roots.
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high powered writing - Blooded sky bids sad farewell to humming― birds. My half-brother weeps silently. Taking final call of human chain, from the foster god. I return to my grass roots.