my silence
is a bed of scrolls
i let cherish
leagues ago
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is a bed of scrolls
i let cherish
leagues ago
stuck inĀ the ravines, i
grabbed thistle by the handful
so we could get through
my boats are land locked
they sink anchor for no reason
so still the waters
i forget i’m at war
and they are good mirrors
lost in the fog
gets lost in the sun
all those rusted cherries
oozing out
my footsteps
get lost in the rain
i thought it was just the wind
i was so excited for winter
i did it
i started a fire
it was a beautiful fire
i invited no one