Now is a proof of waking alive at dawn ,
A light that floats from crack in my roof
And drops of rain that texture windows,
Dry leaves flying in the face of the wind.
Now is a fragment of time set in this me,
A space attached to a fragment of time.
Now is a proof of waking alive at dawn ,
A light that floats from crack in my roof
And drops of rain that texture windows,
Dry leaves flying in the face of the wind.
Now is a fragment of time set in this me,
A space attached to a fragment of time.
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