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by Sunshine Jun 21, 2020 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A grove of your name had carpeted my way. I see you growing before every step I take. Your face splits into chains of clouds at the horizon where my hopes for salvation are obstructed. Like worn out soldiers, they fall back at knees telling me there's no escape. and l? I've never been as ready to surrender.
by Sunshine