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That invisible chord

He is a poet.
He is a time traveller.
He rains on my arid soul and makes
A thousand flowers bloom.
That’s how it is, to
Wake from dreaming and
Burn sweetly in his light.
A moth that sometimes finds the moon.
-Jamie

Teleport to Winter Trace

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