Wander to the path where you first lost a friend a soothing presence by your side til the end
Not any closer! A footprint marks the spot dig deep and find
Someone else's loss
Calm and calm and wash away The smell of rotten memories left in the sun For too long. The mold is eating you away Already. Cleanse the path, open a bottle.
You shouldn't. You close your eyes.
Branches and thorns melt away. As do they. Figures from another past. It burns.
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