Nice. Too short. Need more
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Woods unend, warm the mossy path.
Faces on the tree's, await leaves dangle down.
Unveil blue skies and your blazing sun.
Birds may tell a moven friend, the body will be gone.
The body will be gone.
Calamaistr responds:
It is what it is, maybe there will be more before the year ends, unsure.. these tracks fly by and i need to be quick enough to catch the notes and glue them down.
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