Dust coats my boots.
Leaves caress my shoulders and arms as I walk through.
I feel more apart of nature now than I ever have.
Morning fog rests in my hair,
the weight of its love cripples me.
Leaves caress my shoulders and arms as I walk through.
I feel more apart of nature now than I ever have.
Morning fog rests in my hair,
the weight of its love cripples me.
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