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Rest in natural great peace

on my shoulder, on my chest

Rest in the uncomfortable truth

of our differences and weaknesses

Rest when the pain is disorienting

until it leaves with the cold season

Rest in the immobile truth of love

anchored in the vastest layers

Rest where all stories vanish

In the misty mourning of unity

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