Gliding in
to the arms
Of a future
Of the
unknown
A room full
of wonder
Is this
called home
Walls that
are drenched
In the past
Hunger of
thorned
Remembrance
Heavy hearts
Dragging
splinters
Digging veins
Bursting to
expose
Shadows pose
Broken fences
Laneways of
traited words
Brushing over
The absurd
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