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Creative storyteller with passion for art & connection. Portland, Oregon.

ruins

Hiding in shadows between words left unsaid

in the ruins of the road not taken,

searching for any sign that you’re worth reaching for.

 

But there are no signs to guide,

no certainty before destruction.

I’m drowning on deserted dry land,

my hand outstretched towards nothing.



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closer pull me in closer crush me with the weight of your expectations my expectations the roles we're supposed to play but forget that now pull me in fall faster deeper let me feel the fullness of yo

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