Despite these faults, set backs, and displacements.
I endure great lengths,
I sail coast to coast, emotion to feeling.
I am pink orange sunsets and lighting clouds.
I am dry and deserted.
I am lungs filled root to tree top.
Beneath my mansion, tiny rocks lodged perfectly.
I am a whisper before a disaster, a calming aftermath.
Jul 3, 2024
Jul 3, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
Despite these faults, set backs, and displacements.
I endure great lengths,
I sail coast to coast, emotion to feeling.
I am pink orange sunsets and lighting clouds.
I am dry and deserted.
I am lungs filled root to tree top.
Beneath my mansion, tiny rocks lodged perfectly.
I am a whisper before a disaster, a calming aftermath.
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