Blossom Sol
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Here it comes again -
Rushing into
Pagan red
Curtains
Of a breath swaying
Autonomous
Life.
The blood of my body
Is not my own -
It has been sacrificed,
Long ago.
And so we dream on
In endless portals.
Waiting for the return
Of a saviour,
Who is yet to save
A planet,
That is yet to want help.
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