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Dear Soil & Stone, I love you.

Falling into the belly of the world

no shriek

no sigh

no drama

Held in the silence before dawn

The angel's sirens bellow as I fall



Into your soil

I pour through the cracks of your broken s-kin

Gathering seeds of redemption and rage to burn in your tender furnace

What comes of me in this place?

Of who?

Of the whisper of not knowing?

Of the protest to the eternal body of truth?

There is no sound here

No drama.

In love xxx

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