by Lana K.

Miles away finds
My company today
When that stubborn moment
Of enough of hopes
And middles to meet alone
I, here, standing still
Bare my feet
Imagining more then
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Fierce pointed
To turn
Look up
Remind me of browns
That are deep
Full of shit
and stars that wish
Forever must promise to keep
As masters of such
can we really choose
Ordained as called
No one walks away
What if we do
What if we say
Breath first in
Our exhale is a weighed way
Was it ever to be any other
Life as we know it
Is how we’re used to living it
Lives it
Buried here under footed stepping stone
Of roots
Your welcome
Stay to play the game


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