The sigh I hear
The breath I feel
The touch I await
The scent from generations away I can find always
You are you
An oak log.
I see you
———
2017
Here
The sigh I hear
The breath I feel
The touch I await
The scent from generations away I can find always
You are you
An oak log.
I see you
———
2017
Here
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