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Hill Side

I can never leave this place Holds me by the soul Hand in hand  And down the hole Abyssal sinking Deep breaths between the walls Move me jarringly Trip on and trip over Along and to move on But after What waits for us? © The Sad Owl

Still Here

Opulus I look fondly  Lay my head in your lap Peddle me your sincerity  Brush my hair lightly And say you’re right here A cold hart at the end of its life Races through the snow Barren and without food  I could not relate, feed my soul You’re always right […]