In the duel of the creed,
may this dance be our seed,
if it’s cruel take the deed
make a stance, stop the bleed;
hold the distance, grow an ash tree
take a moonshot, steal the sunbeam,
like a fool in the sea
under blue silent scream
needed rue just to breathe
lungs all glued broken reeds,
hold the slashed tree, grow the distance,
lose the moonshot, dimmer sunbeam
down.
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Jordyn Saelor 