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Brooke Waggoner
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Cherry-Pick
Can you hear it? The soft sound of aging The watchtower growing watch-less The cautious losing conscience
In that summer's eve, in the dryness of the mountain, Beams of sunshine whispered at my back - became my captain So I became a slave To the one that uplifts and left me cartwheeling
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I feel i'm getting better, I feel it in my bones Inside my body and underneath my clothes
I'm holding out for something I know nothing of what it is, and i'm waist-deep in the middle of a mess - Like a splinter that's been lodged inside Burying all the cold from seasons past.
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