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The little face you emit,The little face you emit
The little face you emit, I wonder who caught it. Nature's mannequin, the sabbath of one.
Oh, endless tide, you flow in me, darned up all my sores. The echo flew, the jittering, its monotonous flight, gave stutter to the tenderness, once called out in disdain. The verdant of reality now hitches in the rain. Existence frayed its lullaby, I’ll never ask for more. Yet every time, you uttered twice, you held a separate skin, every time, I brought it up, yet saw it twice, again. I saw the sign. The muttering. A separate voice, Verdant.
The small expression you share, I’m curious about who received it. A figure of nature, the sacred day of rest for one.
Oh, the never-ending waves, you move within me, healing all my wounds. The sound traveled, shaking softly, its dull journey, caused hesitation in the kindness, that was once shouted in scorn. The greenery of truth now gets caught in the rain. Life has worn out its soothing song, I won’t ever ask for anything else. But each time, you spoke it twice, you carried a different facade, every time, I mentioned it, but noticed it twice, once more. I recognized the message. The quiet murmuring. A distinct tone, Lush.