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voices
on the trail, my feet start thinking my mind starts walking the world starts shrinking
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whispers
sand between my fingers like rain thru the leaves
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a place for a pen
maybe, one day, i want to be a pen ðŸ’
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as above, so below
🌊 as above, so below 🌊
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depths
familiar feelings in a foreign world 🫧




