. a distant memory of when there were scents of bloom frequencies of unfurling unknowing yearning sensing across hills and hollows our childhood corroded the mournful call of the house over glaciers of youth and whispers tears alloyed by the hands of time you see us in the archive footprints forged in frozen glints, anodized faces grimaces musings bodies releasing oxidized now I am all of us gathered in a dense farewell wound tight right beneath my navel .
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