Ascending once the crickets hush
Waving, twirling, an evening rush
Death of a god
For a thousand others
Rejoice for we are free
My sisters and brothers
A. Dream
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Lost Letters
PoetryLost letters that will never make it to you. (In a weird editing process, please bear with it)
Summer
Ascending once the crickets hush
Waving, twirling, an evening rush
Death of a god
For a thousand others
Rejoice for we are free
My sisters and brothers
A. Dream
