A Place With No One Looking Back

Lemon bite that

silver pocked rocky pile

walked right by today then remembered

darkened edges blue and orange shadows

barely met eyes once today

melt to cerulean, puddle to sweat grey

you’ve made me so sad

you rumor of a mountain

can’t have

cold interruptions

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Honesty Above All

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