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In silence.
In dance.
In toil and in jubilation.
Pray.
For Mountains wash into the ocean’s abyss.
And someday too, your marrow will feed a tree.
www.poetrybytroy.com
In dance.
In toil and in jubilation.
Pray.
For Mountains wash into the ocean’s abyss.
And someday too, your marrow will feed a tree.
www.poetrybytroy.com
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