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Dweller
The moon beats down upon my face,
I’m diggin’ this familiar place.
The trees rustle with the night wind,
I’ll lift my arms and give in,
Collapse in dark soft grass,
I’ll be a prized dreamer, in this land of my past.
I remember golden autumn afternoons,
Mid June love crush swoons.
Its here where I find my heart.
I can only find it…


In the dark.





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