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Feel No More

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I can feel the prickle of the grass

And the cold, desolate ground beneath me

My body is weak as I struggle to wake

For I feel your presence surround me

A blade of grass comes into view

I tilt my head towards the blazing sky

Where the clouds cradle me with warmth ~excerpt

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