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[poeticpromise]

silence was the song we sang
many were the glory hands
finding what was undermanned
tasting out the larger sands
for graver
for many
for saviors
for many
i havn't
taking in the softer light
breaking off the kind insights
havnt but a teary eye
for the clearer nights gone by
whisk my heart strings
wind that
flight the kinds of
gusts, softer notions
deliver me to down pillows