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Furtune teller


Fortune teller




in the eyes of the fortune teller
wisdom outshines knowledge better
I, the forbidable child of sin
have come here to see my glory
in visions that can not be seen
by the purest of a shattered mind

tomorrow holds a path she says
followed by another one
sweet and pleasant full of grace
hope will be your dead embrace

but my child she speaks again
a tree remains a tree
through out spring and the wintery rain
not wishing of what it could be

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