stepping into mud
foot pressed
I feel it through my chest
heavy in the heart
with head low
the sky rumbles
in disagreement
pushed down further
wanting only rest
left behind
printed in clay
until the rain falls
to erase me
~
stepping into mud
foot pressed
I feel it through my chest
heavy in the heart
with head low
the sky rumbles
in disagreement
pushed down further
wanting only rest
left behind
printed in clay
until the rain falls
to erase me
~
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