dear wolf, tell me,how many homes will you turn ablaze,how many gardens must you raze,‘till yo

dear wolf, tell me,how many homes will you turn ablaze,how many gardens must you raze,‘till you’ve realizedyou’ve just become entombedwith the buds you’ve cut yet to bloom,in search of life’s perfection,even now, when you look me in the eyes,will you lie of your satisfaction? -- source link

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