Through your fading eyes you see green simplified As your pursed lips find the apple in complexity Two dueling saints of old Fighting to regather my scattered bits of self As an offering to the paradox That completes and finds me whole
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Through your fading eyes you see green simplified As your pursed lips find the apple in complexity Two dueling saints of old Fighting to regather my scattered bits of self As an offering to the paradox That completes and finds me whole