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Three–drown crying minds.
Seek screaming, famed raves, but crave
Lonely melody.
Two–externalize.
Carve howls into an ice wind,
freeze winter and sweat.
One–on tongues, snow flies.
Tell silent, nameless graves: burn,
wreath your peace in ash.
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Excellent, Jordyn!
❤
David
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thanks! ❤
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Wow, each line is as powerful as the last. Wonderful.
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thank you so much!
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You’re so welcome!
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