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On the ground in a darkened room
Sighs sent into the phone
Like a teen, but without Radiohead.
On the ground in a darkened room
Sighs sent into the phone
Like a teen, but without Radiohead.
In a sea of lost trees
My anchor stuck below.
Gripped by forgotten memories
Dark and cold dig deep.
Out of air but with stubborn drive
Fighting fear for success.
Its freedom grants a struggle back
And pride at the surface.
10 years and thousands of miles between
Twilight’s swooping sparrows.
I visit a mentor
Memories of breaths taken
Creation of wind.
Relentless gentle snow shower
An emergency for this city
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Memories of youth
From the north.