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dream-weaving

and when i find this place, i’ll know.
i’ll name it sacred, my hidden home,
and if the dream-weaving, silver-spun sky
holds the heavens above me low enough, just right
i’ll split myself into infinity,
i’ll scatter unseen,
give myself to some springtime breeze

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