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Such solitude here
A man only truly knows on leaving
These shallow scrapes in the ground
Lined with the fallen amber leaves
A man only truly knows on leaving
These shallow scrapes in the ground
Lined with the fallen amber leaves
It is true there is no drama here
But I cannot speak of a place so silent
On the cusp
I am coming to learn what rain does
But I cannot speak of a place so silent
On the cusp
I am coming to learn what rain does

Submerge
I waded into the water on the pond
The ebullition from last week and millennium
Just to be on good terms
I skimmed the surface like a twitching sketcher upon lights fickle mercy
The ebullition from last week and millennium
Just to be on good terms
I skimmed the surface like a twitching sketcher upon lights fickle mercy




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