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Oct 2021
Dip my hands and grind the grains of the clouds between my fingers
Release it's tears across the soil, saddening the landscape one last time
Allow their prisoners to escape, the sun and the sky rushing out
Beg them to take me with them before submerging myself back into the clouds
Lunar Roses
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