Does it matter if it’s done
Don’t decide which way to run
dare the distance dark desire
bare of difference mark the fire
still living it has been so long
steal giving lit as grin grown wrong
deranged corners crept down deep
delightful horn purrs slept frown sleep
be night full torn leaking through
feed right pool born seeking true
love sight fool flower kept ground grew
great might power wept willing wise
hate bite sourer source killing dies
sold to a horse ran in to hide
told softly as can hear how it lied
old often has man near now then died
cold causes shivers so shown shakes
frost freezes farther flow flown flakes

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