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I am the River

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I am the river.
I see everything.
I call to wind, fire, earth, and air.

I speak to the withered people:
The broken
And the damned.
An evil rogue,
Feeding off her own kin,
She had to grasp beyond:
Her scheme was ghastly.
To have her power,
Seep throughout.
Drown her sorrows,
And her nearest and dearest power
Into me.
For
I am the river.





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