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the air is thick with tepid rust
the dust has turned to dust over
thirty-three years spent hiding
different places,different people
different me a different you
the things we grow through
show us the path we must go to
I'm running scared in the woods
hunted and unwanted simultaneously
it is my time to find my way
the dust has turned to dust over
thirty-three years spent hiding
different places,different people
different me a different you
the things we grow through
show us the path we must go to
I'm running scared in the woods
hunted and unwanted simultaneously
it is my time to find my way
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