I suspect it's only
failure you expect.
The tree line takes me
through gentle country.
I lose you in the flow.
I have nothing. No song.
The silence uneasy--
it started like that.
Negative numbers
bother me.
I used to have hands
outstretched.
Those days are gone.
Stronger this time,
identity brings back
what connects.
6 hours ago
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