Even as the words
Tumbled out
I knew I was lost
As if thoughts
Transformed into
Language
Transport me
Instantly
Into
The last forest
Of my childhood
I am on the brink
Waiting to crumble
Waiting for
The right spirit
To catch me
When I
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
Even as the words
Tumbled out
I knew I was lost
As if thoughts
Transformed into
Language
Transport me
Instantly
Into
The last forest
Of my childhood
I am on the brink
Waiting to crumble
Waiting for
The right spirit
To catch me
When I
Collapse