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Seeds was written December 21, 2014. I've barely arrived and I can't wait to leave
Little digits of homing seeds digging deep When I go, I'll strip you from me Until even the ink starts to peel Pencil, paper, charcoal, words Arts of a new beginning Maybe, someday, while I'm staring at the sky, everything will
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