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Whispers Wash My Name

Watching from inside my hearth as someone, bled the clouds glassy are the sleekest beads as sun creaks through the Aged trees they bounce to ground, in liquid folds as whispers - wash my name I'm layered somewhere in between immersed.. in window-rain  

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