| In the twilight hours
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| Deep within the hidden grasses
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| Ferns and branches
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| Of thick and ancient forest
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| I lay myself to rest
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| Each night
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| Between two trees I carve a circle
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| Scraping and pulling away the dried leaves
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| Branches, roots, and grasses
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| Revealing the damp, dark earth
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| I plant myself there
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| In this womb
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| In this tomb
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| I surrender my flesh to
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| Move away from my bones
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| And slither like veins
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| From my heart
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| Crawling like vines
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| To ground myself once again
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| With the rising of the sun’s rays
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| Reaching through the thick wooded hideaway
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| All my tears mix with dew and I’m renewed
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| I am a vortex
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| I open my eyes to you
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| As time slows down
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| We dive through layers together
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| Levels of matter invisible to eyes of others
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| I see who you are
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| Underneath the lies you tell yourself
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| I am an evergreen
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| I am never ending
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| I move towards you
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| I give to you
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| And you would take
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| Until there’s nothing left to give
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| I am destruction
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| I am the fires and earthquakes
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| Deep within the belly of this Earth
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| Flaming through my eyes
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| I take back what’s mine
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| As I leave you to wither and carbonize
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| I am the raging seas
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| Spewing foam and salt and tracing
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| A path of descent into the murky waters of
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| A downward spiral of renewal
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| I am a catalyst
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| Spinning into time
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| Spiraling into itself
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| As old as age
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| And as young as this moment
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| Like a snake devouring its own tail
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| I am the raging sea
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| Spewing foam and salt and tracing
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| A path of descent into the murky waters of
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| A downward spiral of renewal
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| I am a catalyst
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| Spinning into time
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| Spiraling into itself
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| As old as age
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| And as young as this moment
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| Like a snake devouring its own tail |