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You Seem to Fit Inside My Heart

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feather of grass,
let me pluck you from this
widow field,
tis now a dream
i find you.
tell me, how is it
you rise
amongst the dust?
has it always meant
(alone) to be?
widow of my dreams,
i've nothing else
than settle this night
with you,
until the universe
i find.



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