there is a long ways along the dark I travel.



There is a long fall down the path of gravel.



No thing,



dig use.



Feel you?



Regress.



What you got there?



Autumn.



Seasons shift and dig uprooted life.



The fall comes before the storm,



The haunting comes before the norm.



swing tick and swing tock



time shifts less.



Good guy.



your heart was born.



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