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Sep 2023
Denudated souls
Degrading wood
Floats around
Noone to hold onto
Nothing to grasp at
Hunger to breathe
Greedy for air
I lay
Eyes open
Hair dancing on top of the blue waters
I sleep
Eyes open
And I watch myself sleep
With eyes open
The greens weren't far away
The trees were close by
But my eyes they last saw
The degraded histories
So many living and dead histories
I watched myself slowly sleep
With eyes open
Castiel
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Castiel
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   Rob Rutledge
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