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Hard rocks Below my feet. A songbird sings. I start to weep. A steaming teapot Sat on the wall. A cool breeze. I start to bawl. A lonely leaf kisses the lake. The branch softens. It does not break. A moss-coated doorframe Water dripping down. A splash on my forehead Lifts up my frown. Moonlight in the panes Sharp like a dagger. Cuts through thought. My mind starts to stagger. A hand-woven pillow my head it shall meet. The owl sings. My soul falls asleep.
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Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC
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Hard rocks Below my feet. A songbird sings. I start to weep. A steaming teapot Sat on the wall. A cool breeze. I start to bawl. A lonely leaf kisses the lake. The branch softens. It does not break. A moss-coated doorframe Water dripping down. A splash on my forehead Lifts up my frown. Moonlight in the panes Sharp like a dagger. Cuts through thought. My mind starts to stagger. A hand-woven pillow my head it shall meet. The owl sings. My soul falls asleep.
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Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC
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