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Apr 2023
Let your hand fall to find my skin as a home
On a broken future we taste the days forgotten burn
Wonder for missing eyes
Earth's call will turn our frames strong, again
Quiet
Watching
Golden soil lies beneath your waking fingers
Drowned lights
Alive
These mountains save a birth of our promises
Rhet Toombs
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