Dec 2024
The trees
the fields
the sky
I was
reckless
always shy
Stone
cold
sober
Wishing
soon
it will
all be over
A mistake
egg on
my face
Never
knowing
my true
place
the fields
the sky
I was
reckless
always shy
Stone
cold
sober
Wishing
soon
it will
all be over
A mistake
egg on
my face
Never
knowing
my true
place
(M/New Scotland)
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