Once-A-Day
Thursday, September 1, 2016
2.
And then
how quickly steam
loses itself,
fizzles into silences of self doubt
words slip away into dusty corners
and your voice sits quietly again
So soon
Already lost in the woods
and it's not even dark yet.
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