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.- just something I couldn't get out of my head while working on a project.-
clear yet unfathomable,
whispers flowing like ink into taunting.
a spark, a glint.- soon extinguished-
rustling hoping to be understood
among the deceased new life awakens,
brown dark warmth keeping it safely guarded.
one day to be seen by more than one pair of eyes.
cold and straight, erect to the skies
unflinching
through its surroundings
the earth weeps.
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