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Jan 30
Carrying the mat onto the mountain top
I LayΒ it down on the cold tattered ground
Laying down on it, I look into the starry night sky
As the sky stares down into me
Soon the earth and the heaven collide
A perfectly imperfect harmony they weave in and out like the threads of that mat I brought
Thoughts so loud, run silent in my mind
A witness I lay, in between the mountains and the stars
Thugger
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Thugger
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