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Jan 2022
I am a soil
Which has no inhalation.

I am an exhale
Waiting for breath

I am twigs
Drenched in dew.

I am stones
A skull. Death.

But I will live in a
green thatch again.

I have what
It needs.

I have the sun
And rain

I just need seed.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022
SøułSurvivør
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SøułSurvivør
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