Open. God's Creations
I open my heart should everything locks
What is there to hide but only my fears?
I expose myself, cut it open
Stretched by the moon
Healed by the sun
Gods creations watch me
They make a spell
Planets open, they shoot around the dirt
They wash me and the soil glistens
I open my heart should everything locks
Nature heals. It buries the dirt.
/rosevoc.
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