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mcraw98

To be found

Poem

Pacing the old.
Spirals of the mind.

No crickets to strum.

Formers haunt elsewhere,
this power of possession.

Loss in shadows.

Collections for
Kiss-me-nots,
Forget-me-nots.

The eat away,
between breaths,
in a pause.

Hidden past a pond,
in a field beyond
a world’s wind whimpers.

Stand still time,
everything I crawl away from.

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Posted Sep 3, 2022, 5:17 AM UTC

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