Forgotten
Feeling There it is, go back That cool breath of wind through the smallest of cracks With the faint scent of then Surfacing bumps and beads on the backs of our arms Tickling the tiniest fears on the...
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And so I sit At the edge of seasons With my ghostly legs dangling Over the last lip of winter Can I let myself slip Loosen my grip On these moss-covered teeth Above and below me While it yawns at my...
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