
Vermilioncore
suffering on the heights of despair
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a poem
Awake in a garden where everything’s right
Without having seen or heard
She’ll eat from the tree that holds all of our deaths
Now the pain is yours to endure
Awake in a garden where everything’s right
Without having seen or heard
She’ll eat from the tree that holds all of our deaths
Now the pain is yours to endure