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WRITINGS
it is dawn
you are still silent
i move slowly
thick gravity
grounds me to the earth
feathers
an eagle feather tied to the palm
a crystal with a mountain in it
they are telling my spirit not to die
fly into the miracle
he will return some life time
as the end was brutal
it will have to come again
i have faith it will be this life
as i love you still
my beautiful boy
fly high in the west
perhaps we will meet
until then I learn to walk alone
sleep alone
dream alone
i love you
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