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…AND THE PENDULUM SWINGS Twisted seedling’s emaciated stems detach… Barren mildew crawls, corrupt roots lie dying. Winds o’er dry, brittle branches creak and sway under cloud of dust… roots withering to ash and the pendulum swings. ---------------- Scribbled for: "Circle of Light"
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