Terraforming in a troubled time
buried deep a circular mind
hoping for the best
sprouting in the west
growing in a troubled mine
tracking our existence
releasing inner demons
salting vinegar vines
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
Sprinkling doubts
o'er sugared coated clout
as we mend here and mold there
we'll pinch skin and pull hair
and we'll slowly mutate the mind
with our slow and steady grind
