Memories
Desperately anticipating the lonesome narrow roads,
bereft of leaves and life’s little crawling things
the twisted, gnarled shrubbery gets caught on my sleeve.
lost in the forest, I find myself clinging
to those familiar mislaid things
Too addicted to the pain they cause,
too terrified of what may come in their absence.
bereft of leaves and life’s little crawling things
the twisted, gnarled shrubbery gets caught on my sleeve.
lost in the forest, I find myself clinging
to those familiar mislaid things
Too addicted to the pain they cause,
too terrified of what may come in their absence.
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