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Mar 10
To make it up: alone; we've learned,
the blindful wilds we procured- are no oasis, or mirrage.

..Yet it is us
who hold control.
the dawn of daybreak's, shinning still-
a yellow brick road runs up that hill.
Still, I create
Still fabricate
this work, I Still, appriciate;
for a moment, I consolidate- then slowly, still,

for a moment- before the sun dips into the horizon (disappearing until dawn)

"...catch a glow that warms your spirit, play a song to soothe the pain and be still. If only to renue your faith for now. "
Heavy Hearted
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Heavy Hearted  26/M/Toronto
   Weeping willow, REY and Heavy Hearted
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