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Flatfielder Nov 2020
I walked to the hollow
The empty in my soul
Trees surrounded me
Moving and tall
In the middle a dead one
Bare of skin
Now a pole
I looked up alongside
There to find hope in the blue sky
I am where I have been
A feeling of lost
To be reminded that here is always hope
Flatfielder Nov 2020
Don't want to go back
To before I met you
Tell me there is no need
To dig up old wounds
Long gone history
A place I have been
Where I felt lost and weak
Trapped in my own skin
You helped me shed
My layers of doubt
Which strangled my senses
I realize now
Thank you for being
A beautiful mind
A treasure of hope
In this enduring life
To my wife

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