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Decades Pasture
It seems I’ve wound myself in.
The weight drops back my head and pulls open my eyes and I can do nothing but look.
It hasn’t stopped the trek,
But it pulls with every step.
I do not...
The weight drops back my head and pulls open my eyes and I can do nothing but look.
It hasn’t stopped the trek,
But it pulls with every step.
I do not...
