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Whispered, at the Entrance

Penciled, on the dawn your words come forth     whispered.. at the Entrance glint of sun, caresses jewel… to fingertip. The cost, of living silent is shared.. in an eclect circle cedar roots, your heart lies buried for a century       the toll… of silent mouths. Time hears vows                and all confessions thrust, between the seasons you're reaching for the clarity.. you lack til Autumn, hands you back

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