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Warm. Hay. Needle.
The Field
The cloud and lightning,
Remind me of second chances
And how destructive it gets.
Make your art in straws
Draw deeper from your well
Tell another, how it was formed
When all dries out.
Make do with what is left
Little to nothing
But would be enough for fire
To keep your soul warm
Hypermind
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