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One day I hope to put these feelings down in writing To find a way to simplify the way these carry me The smell of worn leather and pine trees in December A cold wind and a creek half frozen The line of trees that separate my house from the wilderness And how some days I wish I could disappear in there with you We would hunt and forage forge a path of our own Play an out of tune guitar around a smoldering fire We would live in the trees and hide in the grass You would braid my hair and we would dance barefoot in a clearing To the sound of cicadas and leaves underfoot I love, I miss, I want you. I hope for you. More than I will ever be able to tell you.
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
Woodland Dreams
One day I hope to put these feelings down in writing To find a way to simplify the way these carry me The smell of worn leather and pine trees in December A cold wind and a creek half frozen The line of trees that separate my house from the wilderness And how some days I wish I could disappear in there with you We would hunt and forage forge a path of our own Play an out of tune guitar around a smoldering fire We would live in the trees and hide in the grass You would braid my hair and we would dance barefoot in a clearing To the sound of cicadas and leaves underfoot I love, I miss, I want you. I hope for you. More than I will ever be able to tell you.
The smell of my leather hunting jacket made me emotional for a future I will never have. Those beat up leather riding boots in my closet make me want to walk until I disappear.
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The woods
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
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