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Not welcoming death
but befriending its shadow
whose blanket I wear
in this carrying wind
The brother to life
who spawned all existence
his eyes are my wings
-flying into the night
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
but befriending its shadow
whose blanket I wear
in this carrying wind
The brother to life
who spawned all existence
his eyes are my wings
-flying into the night
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
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