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Feb 2022
Forced transmission
Minutes on fingers towards hospitals
Closer to gold now
Bitter taste to sip from this temple
Even more of your known erosion
Songs heal the gaze of the innocent
This face of mine falls to hold the nights spent warmth
False enigma
Cry
Forgotten
Blues mixed with reds
A feeling of something more than her
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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