Lost for some time
so often
I have a map
of lost

It's back allies
of friends
i haven't seen
in years

Waiting to turn
away
a yellow gray
fade

from me
no sign
they see
me

the turn aways
of almost you
are gathering
wait,  no

It's not you
Not them
Not the way
home

Knots
Not-ed tight
of made up
frights

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