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I feel relegated to dirt
(wandering amongst the weeds)
until I notice you and
I wonder...
Held in trust,
carried by passion,
and alive with such as love;
anything may be.
I feel unknown by angels
(flying above my reach)
until I notice you and
I wonder...
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