Breakdown Poem by Not Long Left

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Give me your hand
I shall show you my land

through forests we shall go
with wing feet
that shall never slow.

Until we reach that tree
climbing up, we shall see

a seething, heaving city
And you shall smile.

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Not Long Left

Not Long Left

The Molten Core
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