I am the breath in a whispering forest,
the chill of midnight air,
the expanse of an open field.
I dance with each of my footsteps.
I am alive within my blistered feet;
present in these bones.
Again,
and again,
my constant heart.
I find the hallowed touch.
the chill of midnight air,
the expanse of an open field.
I dance with each of my footsteps.
I am alive within my blistered feet;
present in these bones.
Again,
and again,
my constant heart.
I find the hallowed touch.
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