The Source From Within
Surge to Peter claim to Paul...
solace at their greeting of the door,
search beside the moon lit chore
features onto falling creatures,
Timber locks.
A household that means a lot
carry yourself over the bridge
let loose in my caboose,
a balance to decide...
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