Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Changes Come.

The cold forest full of frost

On my back we were lost

Take me deep she said

Only the roads wind around

With turbulent rivers 

Then I buckle my knees 

She falls onto the earth

One last thing to do

I say

If only you knew the story

But you don't

So I bid her farewell 

On her trip to hell.



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