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Moonbeams in the Portals

Nightly choreography as ruts.. cut through the stars we wander thru these centuries of stolen garden dark we've shed our furrows, borne from heat that left it's crimp.. upon our skin we slow-ascend, immortal through moonbeams in the portals 

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