I may belong to just one word in a tenuous lullaby unsung by a silent bird my heart gropes for that single sigh in the swamps of lanterns lit the paths ahead bit by bit but never less grateful each day led tentatively I dream for absolutely nothing do I possess all is only but a fleeting gleam . . . . . . . bloo.blloom.nothing.david.anything
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