18 years of accumulated clutter my former life pitched into packing boxes like uprooted limbs from negligent soil they will settle on another coast someday in fields of gold
18 years of scattered remnants My former lives left behind. Lone footsteps in the sand; Now among the steps of others As we wander upon our coast Today In fields of gold.
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My former lives left behind.
Lone footsteps in the sand;
Now among the steps of others
As we wander upon our coast
Today
In fields of gold.
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