Crestfallen whispers to the moon,
Woven winds coiling into the nudge of my lonely breath,
that was once synced with blue skies and blossoms.
Ballast with grief,
Twas' but a dream that will never be.
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See AllI know you seek my words, to see if I exist - and wonder where I am, in the world of sunken mists. but darling these roots have died, my...
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