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August 29, 2019

 

#fromoneline

I have borrowed words from you
their shade of coldstone slate
their temper.. morphed and filtered
their scent.. of holy rain
they've seared the soul
beneath my flesh
like sentrys.. said to guide the sun's deflection

I thrive, in their reflection 

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