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Your sick incarceration held against a shining will ‘til unmoored you walked a light you couldn’t see, that lifted others, dimmed each step seeming free with inexorable gravity drew to the woods your last embrace brought cold release and all our griefs became
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC
The wood for the trees