This Way Done
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A Golden Raven
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An Older House
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They Brought News Back
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Aware of the Cold
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They Were Cleared
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In Their Journey
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It Is Sure To Come
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A Position Of Great Peril
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I think I begin To See Daylight
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Pose the Question
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Leaves Touch After Heavy Rain
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Your Smirk. Your Smile.
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Such Promises
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Silken Threads
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To Watch You Reveal
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The Sky A Blue I Swear I Have Not Known
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Tossing and Turning
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Torn up and Ragged
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Brining it to Life
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Taking a Rest
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Who I was. Who I am.
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Along With the Sounds of Summer
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Delicate Lily Petals
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Eyes On Fire
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Sit And Partake
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Regarding It As Another Experience
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Just Another Longing
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Being Pulled Along
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Touching the Sky As We Usually Do
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I weave it into a memory
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Questions Fade
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Down to a Single Thread
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A Year, Then Just Reflections
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Eyes That Pierce
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Gray Hair and Wrinkles
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A Mind So Sharp
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I might find the beginning
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Weave a new pattern for me, please
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Hoping and Praying
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I found the string I once fumbled with
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I hear the ocean. Or is that the wind?
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They Are Not Sad Eyes, Just Pensive
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Shifting Tides
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Our Actions Impact Those We Love
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Still unsure Still timid
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I return to august
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Such Mysterious Necessities 2
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The Trees Blew This Way and That
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They Celebrated When Happy And Cried When They Were Sad
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Such Mysterious Necessities
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Yet Unformed
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What name will you answer to?
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Breaking through the morning fog
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In such a soft voice
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The striking flint and steel
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Can you ask about my art practice, too?
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Trees Held by Dusk
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Pleasures of Youth
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Self Reflection
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An Experience Out of Proportion
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