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twilight wind carries everywhere


trees are hanging from the sky

penetrating these walls

their roots rising from my fingertips

I could have sipped all this dirty water

that was clean before it fell down

sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing

other than vast green fields and no talks

birdsongs die and gold washes away

from the sky.

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