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Reign
you built a fortress of trees
feet in waters, rooted so deep
hair held by the sun its arms that twirl
careless, here this is the grip of the world you sought
views of yesterday were shallow I said,
there were crevasses we missed
but in time passed
even the toughest veils had faded away
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