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It’s in all of these
There is a season in life
When we spell our names in full
In the present tense of abundance
And we lack nothing
But there is another season
A time of lack
we stay in a pack
And dry leaves fall all over us
Dry lips cover patched throats
But the cloud is heavy
Hanging
Our lips waiting
For the dew
Then the rain
Bose
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