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Jun 3
I’ve felt the chilled shivers
Of the darkened pre-dawn haze
The quiet earth yet trembles
Breathing in a sleepless malaise
I’ve turned to face the mountains
But they always remain to my back
I look to draw in my focus
But I can’t find what it is I lack
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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