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Aug 19
The soil shifts. The mountains crack.
The boulders tumble, a predetermined track.
Nothing solid, stays forever.
All that lives, endures the weather.

The visions blur, those thoughts unheard.
The secrets tended, become lies defended.
Everything paused, envelops never.
All that dies, had once surrendered.
Elemenohp
Written by
Elemenohp  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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