𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

You plant darkness deep beneath the skin,

Where roots of the muted congeal to sin.

Not every seed needs the sun—

Some bloom when day is done.

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We bury pain like cursed seeds,

Forget the name of old misdeeds.

But down below, in shadowed soil,

They feed on time, they grow and coil.

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Not all that’s dark is meant to die—

This night gives space for self to cry.

This forest grows where light won’t reach,

Waiting for their day, the ground will breach.

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This dark is not the end of things,

But where the waiting future clings

And what we bury, shame or grace,

May rise again in altered face.