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One-two-one-two-three. The clock seems to evade me. Killing the tiny nature to tree. One-two-one-two. Petals of lost art flew. Reminding me of you. One-two-one. What have I won? There's nowhere to run! One-two. This is new. I can see you. One One sprout is what it takes. For me to become awake. I watch and see - blindly. There is no more to see. I have found it - finally. Resting among our things. Tired, but remaining. Solely - and waning. A whisper, of breaths past. The first and maybe last. Of our dream awakening. I will bring you back, song-ring. Though you fade between everything.
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Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
The little whisper
One-two-one-two-three. The clock seems to evade me. Killing the tiny nature to tree. One-two-one-two. Petals of lost art flew. Reminding me of you. One-two-one. What have I won? There's nowhere to run! One-two. This is new. I can see you. One One sprout is what it takes. For me to become awake. I watch and see - blindly. There is no more to see. I have found it - finally. Resting among our things. Tired, but remaining. Solely - and waning. A whisper, of breaths past. The first and maybe last. Of our dream awakening. I will bring you back, song-ring. Though you fade between everything.
Creation lives within the creator
Circling-Rains
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Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
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