There wasn’t any meaning in me

until you wrote my story

carved it into me, the ink in my blood

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here

among ancient things with you

intent on every word that falls like honey from your lips

Feed the earth below

the soil and the sprouting seeds

feel the rush and let go

we can lose ourselves together

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Got a new microphone finally! Still figuring out how to get the right levels, but at least there isn’t a constant buzzing in the recording anymore. Cheers all.

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