I lie in a field
Waiting for myself to arrive
The quintessence of knowing the
Depths of my soul
Immobilized - Idyllic?
I lie in a field asleep
Coupled with roots of Sycamore
Promises - I suppose.
I suppose I'm desperate to feel
Grounded within the viscerally fleeting...
I'll meet you there?
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
I lie in a field
Waiting for myself to arrive
The quintessence of knowing the
Depths of my soul
Immobilized - Idyllic?
I lie in a field asleep
Coupled with roots of Sycamore
Promises - I suppose.
I suppose I'm desperate to feel
Grounded within the viscerally fleeting...
I'll meet you there?
Relapse.
Relapse.
Relapse.
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