Upon the dancing dew she sings

and plays a song for everything
under the sun
under the deed waiting to be done

twisting trust up into greed

running from knowing she's
carrying the seed

past tense takes over
and rewinds the frame

an obsolete program for
living the dream

and the towering task at hand
begins to wan
begins to speak in linguistic
aeon

making free the bleeding seed
as the story carries us on.
puellas world
cipheringthesilence descened further
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