Feb 2017
you have outgrown
the roots within me.
and as branches spiral upwards
searching for another place to lay,
your oaken memory will
Slowly. Wither. Away...
the roots within me.
and as branches spiral upwards
searching for another place to lay,
your oaken memory will
Slowly. Wither. Away...
(24/M/London)
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