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Dec 2020
There's a heavy and dark night
That hides the sky
And a forest burning out everything that was left behind
Your voice is like an echo that tells me: everything's fine
The body is running out of blood
Is it yours or is it mine?

Through the snow
We run to reach the sun
Life may leave my eyes
But know your hands were made for mine
I will wait for you to follow me
Into the dark
And maybe it will make death something easier to stand.
Written by
Liz Favela
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