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Friday, September 20, 2024
My head resting on stones
My head resting on stones
Difficult to accept
Bent pennies my two cents
So easy to reject
And so dreams of distance
And fresh steps in fresh snow
No paths, no roads, no lines
Destiny an unknow
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