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Mar 2021
I've left pieces of it
Not sure if the vultures
Picked at it
Leaving me stranded
In this forest of heartache
All I can do is keep going
Follow sunsets
Run from sunrises
At the end of every day
All I seem to do is pray
This crumbled heart Trail
Will either lead me to you
Or feed me to the wolves
Not sure where I was going with this one just kinda popped in my head.
Robert Guerrero
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