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Rusty Broadspear

Like oils, they provide,

Live and do not die

Ask not why

Digest and build

Take, re-form

To when winds fell

Rain shot upwards

Snow was smoldering

And the air like life

Was a gas, gas, gas.

Behold, grab hold



They’re yours

Closed doors

May open

Or slam shut.

But take them

They’re free

And they’re yours.

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