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My poem for the limited-edition Lotus Statue contest


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𝑳oveful mother of her gentle cherubs she was

𝑶f blood and blade their nightmares used to be

𝑻o a peaceful rest in the moon she sent them to

𝑼ntil the days of better dreams will set them free

𝑺leep my child and let your pain go, when you awake once again, I will be here once more

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