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all the shadows in the world it seems have fallen from the sky of my innermost self clouded over and collecting in outstretched palms trickling to overflow over my fingers completely saturating and if to refresh for a second, to drown the next the oak tree in the forest knows this he is witness to all that dance on the borderline of chaos and hollows in the deepest ocean of blackness and canyons within the inside the carved out ribs of mountains that thrum with wind-whistle and glint in the shade of ashen branch piles
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 6:12 PM UTC
melancholia
all the shadows in the world it seems have fallen from the sky of my innermost self clouded over and collecting in outstretched palms trickling to overflow over my fingers completely saturating and if to refresh for a second, to drown the next the oak tree in the forest knows this he is witness to all that dance on the borderline of chaos and hollows in the deepest ocean of blackness and canyons within the inside the carved out ribs of mountains that thrum with wind-whistle and glint in the shade of ashen branch piles
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 6:12 PM UTC
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