The black plant
With broken thorns
And bleeding
Keeps building
Keeps building
A clear cold glass
No prisms
No rainbows
No spiders survive
And Silence in lies
Whoever is asking
The plant is helping
The silence
The clearness
How cold
In silence
In silence
I stay away from you
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This is excellent! ! ! Grief and pain that can be felt so clearly...Wishing you joy-Pia