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Dec 2020
I wish it would cry
Keep company
To this lonely soul

And match its whining
In the obscure void
All surrounding

Water fresh
kissing the soil
Petrichor breathing
through heavy clouds
into flesh
Lungs opening to new air

Souls let the thunder
Speak for them
And they become silent
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stillhuman  20
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