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I've sprung through
valleys coated in waste,
wandering through
a wilderness of no end.

Here I am, once more,
being a babe in your arms,
letting cries become
smaller than whispers.
I've carried more
than I can keep.

To you, surrounding me
in your consoling light,
I've received springtime's
splash of evergreen
against the fog.

Will you keep inviting me
back to what I now
will call home?

Can you keep letting me
fall asleep, with ashes
to form out of tears?

You are so much more
than I can ever be,
lighting what went out
inside the shadows
of another life,
in tiring discord.

You are of everything
I've been hoping for,
after I've been kissing
just a dream to return me
to a mere glimmer
of raw infinity.
Peter Wyatt
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Peter Wyatt  28/M
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