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poem twenty: lost

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‘...to those who we feel when we’re draped in the softness of the morning sun, to the faces we see when we shut our eyes and breathe in the air shadowed by the early moon, to those who shaped us before we were conscious of our own hearts, to the lost who live in the spirit of all things beautiful’ ✨🌘


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