Years Away
Years away and hidden,
faded in a dresser drawer,
live my words.
all waiting-
withered.
wrapped,
and yellow worn.
Perhaps, a pair of eyes
will see,
remark on what I say,
or just a well,
left to rot, and unassumingly,
tossed away.
faded in a dresser drawer,
live my words.
all waiting-
withered.
wrapped,
and yellow worn.
Perhaps, a pair of eyes
will see,
remark on what I say,
or just a well,
left to rot, and unassumingly,
tossed away.
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