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| Rabekah |
you left this for me dropped off this empty spot for my mind to enter you that mysterious friend will I see you i hold onto this courageously willing to look forward to that which I can't control these moments among the dust too small to breathe the sound of paper a cat in the closet and i will triumph bold and morning bright the birds of window stories fly to their destiny my maker is behind the set where there is nothing before there is a reason to be timid |
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