richardtusetApr 15, 20211 min readForever On the warmth of brackenI spoke,waited for word,the answer. Like the leaves in your hair,words struggle free,cutting acrossthe bluest sky I've seen,leaving no answer.
On the warmth of brackenI spoke,waited for word,the answer. Like the leaves in your hair,words struggle free,cutting acrossthe bluest sky I've seen,leaving no answer.
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