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Side-writing, Side-winding
There”™s a dark blood in the grass
And a wind that ruffles the hair
Futures lap the past
Blurring twilight, tree and air
Wondering into the night
”¦Am I here?
Drifting off to sleep
A long walk through a dream
Where all the paths end
The mists rise, my river bends
The doors close shut
And a new world opens up”¦
No one knows when you go
The pack falls away
The twilight and the frey
Not grey, but silver”¦
Winds of the world
Drifting off to sleep
Like a clover in the stream
A long walk through a dream
And a seamstress gently
Pulling apart all the seams.
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