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Mar 2017
I want a life of quiet wildness.
A soul roaming free
in a forest
made for me.
The steady
drop
drop
drop
of rain landing on each leaf.

Ive been running through the green in my mind,
while walking through the day to day.


A safe haven of feral peace where I listen to a loud world through the ears of a quiet spirit is what I require.


The world seems to be getting noisier,
but the untamed parts seem to be vanishing.


Like entropy,  
is the beautiful chaos seeping out of the world...


...or out of me?
BarelyABard
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