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Dec 2021
i embark
the trail is dark
the floor ensnarled
with twisted barbs
of metal shards
and as i crawl
the searing pain
of tearing skin
that’s stained with tears
and blood, a thought remains
like a sunken blade. my deepest fear.
am i going the right way?
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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