Your stumbling block is now your stepping stone.
Spoon-fed,
Your chewed food is digesting
The storms of life seems seized
Your star shines bright
You chew to the bones of the sobbing fingers the feeds you
Your mourning deeds surbs in the dark.
Clothed in sparkling golden garments
Caged in a cave in the eath's crust
It's freedom lays upon your still state
©kiekomo
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