seevision
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Journey that lasts.
Never outgrown.
Unleashed the weather
in selfless climes.
What is past
what swift daughters dreamed of
rise to meet the sky..
And into that newness
quietness enervate cupold
with dawning cities
cool morass.
And loneliness it's been
which spelled
the deepest part alas.
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