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Oct 2018
It is time to rest,
give your burned-out heart a break,
a chance to accept something
the years have aged to be
just this -
a path to respite,
a cozy cottage and a warm pillow
to lay down your unraveling thoughts,
you are safe here.
Feel the Autumn air pass your lips,
form a cloud of mist
in the chilly air,
falling to rest upon the shape
of your body -
the peaks and valleys of this life,
the alters to pray for the future,
a place where the dreams of more
are true.
Eric W
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Eric W  31/M
(31/M)   
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