spring equinox bestows no added clarity
questions sprout
curiosities germinate
unrest rising in this ghost is apparent and undeniable.
the comforts of warmness is a farce.
far too saccharine sweet to be actual.
doesn’t this all seem too courteous?
(too formal, too polite)
she excavates for the truth faster than he can bury it
(Dracula, you never change)
there is more
she can sense it
it will not lie dormant forever
and the season to rise
is commencing
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