Who art thou? Beaming your stranger gleam upon my brow.
Feet awake to an earth of new claim,
Territory, never a same..
Beats in wings and chariots, I aroar,
Once more,
And no-one...
Not I or you,
Knowing our name.
I need.
I need like its the only thing left...
But to need...
Saving...answers..these blind seeds,
Always blind.
I need..
To be freed.
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