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Aug 2019
Waking up
From silent reverie
With twigs
In my hair
Loose jeans
Caked in mud
How long was I
Out of my mind
How can
I go back
I'm just so ******* tired. I want to bury myself under all those ferns and stay there.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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