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Oct 2021
Take my hand
Move through these scenes
The ghost of now and everything
Trust in process; Soak in progress
Only speak when you feel the need
They drive for me, hopefully forward
For hopeful futures freed
Was feeling hopeful for once. Need to let go more
Written by
Logan Turner
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