Swear it
- Bev Flynn
- Oct 8, 2019
- 1 min read

On Potions pond
there forms an Oath that's etched, upon the trees tines of letters.. edged to bark upon a curtain of leaves found by those, whose heart pursues it's meaning lies beneath an inky dawn won by those who stayed open to chance their luck.. in the words that were drawn https://t.co/2mlj81svly
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