Maybe you saved me?
Feeling evictions from home
Fighting sleeplessness & circumstance
Yet opting for alone
Baring souls encounter glare
Crumbling chips this cookie scared
In terms of worms, fed fabled tales
Love to hate my inbox mail
‘Cause wishing can’t believe you here
Watering eyes from burning sage
No missive, nor cruel fail whale sure
Wind wants to turn the page
Trap door centers
3 ring binder
Sap with age
In my own way
Nothing ever remaining easy
Living through your writing journeys
While sunset broods another story
Longing to find that one
What I think
Afraid I’ll choose…
Become old news
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