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May 2015
The crunch of moving steps
The whisper in the growing nature
everything flows so sweetly to my lungs
And burns so brightly in the scene.

It all seems so unseen
This place where I find myself
The issue presses as my breathing dances
With the outdoor air and the green romances
Everything
All of me
God
The skies.

I move with a motive of healing.
OblertPumpernikle
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OblertPumpernikle  27/M/United States
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