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A Walk to the Depth.....
Hardly awaited it was
with a wooden stick I passed each pace.
Each path with a different turn.
Each pass with a different face.
Memories do take a run,
through my churning heart, so wide.
Roaring emotions as tide,
stuck...
with a wooden stick I passed each pace.
Each path with a different turn.
Each pass with a different face.
Memories do take a run,
through my churning heart, so wide.
Roaring emotions as tide,
stuck...
