I am traveling,
Drifting as the roaming smoke
Rising from the last embers
Of the last fire
Remnants of
Soul and flesh
Blood and a thousand pains
Wispy dreams
Arriving in these familiar woods
Blood and soil
Pull as tides
This is my last journey
My last story
Yet to be written
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