I am from cold hands.
A center of shared H20.
I am from the elephant,
Guised as a donkey.
I am from pseudo-theism.
Santa never looked so real.
I am from the seed of angry flora.
A second generation made pure by an unseen force.
I am from power,
Weakened by irresolution.
I am from a traveling circus,
On a tour,
of the Eastern Standard Time Zone.
I am from unbroken ice,
the crunching never existed.
I am from a Fellowship.
Seven now scattered,
A cloud of smoke surrounds the illusion.
I am from the four musical bugs.
Colonel Spice’s Deserted Cardio Guild Troupe.
I am from the era of spreading democracy in body,
Era of peace and love at heart.
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