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Feb 2021
Always looking for that something
Not sure what or know not
So far back with blank of light
Through the glass doors shut tight

Always searching for hidden finds
Hands dig deep or deep to dig
Be still to listen ears of sound
Lines of wooden bound

Always searching for standing still
Roots of past or past of roots
Running thunder tapping round
Stop to step the underground
Written by
Julie
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