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Sep 2019
Through the lenses of my mind
Frequently a shadow I’ll find
A quiver of some stirring air
A knot formed folorn in my very hair
A constellation that once untaught
Leeds me deep in a forest of thoughts
Where ghosts drone on and on and on
About lovers once come and gone
But I don’t mind, I say, I try
I can feel I’m reeling still from days so hot and dry
Scorched my feet, melted my eyes
Hot air mirages sat in the sky
There I spent plenty of time
To know not whine over what I’ll never find
Wander along all the dotted lines
You take yours and I’ll take mine
Written by
Tyler Jones
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