Damien Knight
My fair Flower you know not
My love, rage imprisons my heart
Hold me close sweet one
My anger let it be forgiven
Don’t feel you have to save me
I will set myself free
Rage being red chakra wheel
I’ll dance, run, let myself feel
The red of my blood screams
But I’ll meditate and dream
I will cleanse the base I swear
And know that you’ll be there
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