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Warmth, what does that feel like?

I watched me run away from myself,
I didn't run after myself,
I didn't turn too look back at myself.

I see the sun but I don't feel the heat.
Warmth, what does that feel like?


GrymmRipper.



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  1. Warmth, I guess, is in that state when we return back to the bosom of our Mother, the Earth.

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