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There is nothing special about my dreams
But I feel like the sky is coming down to heal me Covering my eyes with clouds Touching my hair through winds Raining my skin with little suns until it goes dark... There is nothing special about my mind But my body feels tingled by every whisper of nature My heart covers itself with green leaves when it feels sad And my palms, face up, keep waiting for other people's minds to rain... But there is something special about my borders I'm a little wild area on a continent undiscovered yet Still waiting for an explorer to map my spirit Very afraid that a cruel conqueror will slay my soul...
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