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Jan 2018
I fall asleep with feathers in my hair
They catch the wind
and the wind can go anywhere
I like to think that we are entangled
In ways that a child can understand
When I dream of you,
you must be
dreaming of me
Universal Thrum
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Universal Thrum
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