sprung

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Sprung into deep silence and smiles
like we talked with our words long enough
you shake the complacency out my branches
disturb the quietus of my brokenness
we talk with our hands and it is peace
it is peace.

I am a woman from the desert of cold nights
where fear inhabits freely
i will walk knowing it is you walking for me

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