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Zach Winters
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after the washout
ain t no grave
and the little child
apology
balcony
city
deep deep
eight long months
fernweh shore
give me peace and rest
heimweh
i m never going back to that place i m traveling now
i used to think
if the sun is shining
knock kneed lead lunged
love my woman
meant
monarch
morning dove
most of the air
no answers
ocean sunset motorcycle
rain on monday
small boat
snow
storehouse
take his rose
the grass after winter
these are the days
time my tether
to have you around
tonight