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What the Breaking Leaves Behind The rock keeps a face the weather has carved, patient under rain that falls with no order, no mercy, each drop a small fist against skin too old to flinch. Its surface is ragged, stone-rough, deaf to softness— no wool has ever …

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The Heart's Gaze

The Heart's Gaze

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The Heart's Gaze  Are the eyes of your soul the same on your face? I think you see right through the crystal-clear space. I wonder if the eyes of your heart see the same, Feeling the salt of the sea when it rains. ​I wish they could feel how the cold air …

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