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Feb 8
From the soul

comes a toll

not spoken nor said

or applicable to the dead

Lest you live

as a name

of infamous fame

call her insane

Tell them she is why you're drained

walk upon the ledges

make friends of the trees

say to the blades

This is her name

now please

calm her until she is tame

wind

I am going insane

in a single instance

a moment

a day
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